| Yo, I’m spinning out, running rings around the room
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| Trying to settle down, but everything’s about to move
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| Life’s inpermanent, my dead skin’s merging into earth again
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| Yet still I’m back to work again
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| Running from the future, hiding from the past
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| Face bears a clue, had to disguise it with a mask
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| Could it be the stubbornness that’s driving us apart?
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| But without that surely I would disembark
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| (…), into the cold night
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| Hold tight to an old shrine, roll dice
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| I’ve been gambling my whole life — oh my goodness
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| The good ship lost at sea; |
| there’s no light
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| Will the pain ever disappear? |
| What am I missing here?
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| Still thinking, and still sitting here
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| With only silence for answers;
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| I laugh as my anger resides in the darkness
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| (My anger resides in the darkness x2)
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| (Yeah. Didn’t disappear. Look)
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| Didn’t disappear, still sitting here
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| Am I happy or sad, it still isn’t clear
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| No fakeness, only realism here
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| And if you didn’t catch that, then listen here (x2)
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| (My mistakes.)
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| Once again I sit wide awake
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| In the dark, This is the only time I take
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| Putting wrinkles on my face, I slide away
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| Into another room, looking for the light again
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| I’m in pain, think I might die again
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| Drama, I know, my mind (has) gone too far
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| (Dumb fuck) No I’m not, you are!
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| Shit. |
| But I’m the only here
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| The lonely one here, with only one fear
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| Fear, I’m feeling it but can’t shake it
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| Back on medication, feeling wasted
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| Even sound redundant to myself as I’m saying it
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| Dig a grave and I lay in it
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| Dig? |
| attention? |
| — I fight from it
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| Aligning with the fire in the fiber’s
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| In the tip of a dynamite stick; |
| now I’m lit (lit, lit, lit)
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| Temper raging, it’s racing its way through my veins and I’m pacing
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| Man, it’s nothing but the same thing
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| Up in the cycle trying to break it
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| Or maybe I’m just fake trying to change it
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| Will the pain ever disappear? |
| What am I missing here?
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| Still thinking, and still sitting here
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| With only silence for answers;
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| I laugh as my anger resides in the darkness
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| Didn’t disappear, still sitting here
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| Am I happy or sad, it still isn’t clear
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| No fakeness, only realism here
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| And if you didn’t catch that, then listen here (x2) |