| Don’t wanna be awake
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| (Don't wanna sleep)
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| Will you pacify me?
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| Lights out, we’ll see what lies beneath
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| Nocturnal highs
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| When you wanna lay down and play dead
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| Concise uneasy eyes
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| You choose when you see it and when you don’t
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| I wanna shed my skin
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| I wanna see who I really am
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| I wanna swim with all that drags me in
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| Every time
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| Don’t wanna be awake
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| (Don't wanna sleep)
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| Will you pacify me?
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| Lights out, we’ll see what lies beneath
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| Who are all these people in the back of my mind?
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| (I wanna run away)
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| They shout when I sleep and when I close my eyes
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| They’re all I can see
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| Who are all these people in the back of my mind?
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| (I wanna run away)
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| Distance, if you don’t keep it
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| Wait till the light’s out, then you’ll see me
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| These words don’t rectify our plight
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| Are you satisfied this time?
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| If we’re still in harm’s way
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| Do not resuscitate me
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| I wanna shed my skin
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| I wanna see who I really am
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| I wanna swim with all that drags me in
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| Every time
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| I wanna escape, I can’t take the great divide
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| I’ve seen all I need to see
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| If only we could take a leap of faith to beyond the surface
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| We will see what lies beneath
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| Who are all these people in the back of my mind?
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| (I wanna run away)
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| They shout when I sleep and when I close my eyes
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| They’re all I can see
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| Who are all these people in the back of my mind?
|
| (I wanna run away)
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| They shout when I sleep and when I close my eyes
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| They’re all I can see
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| Who are all these people in the back of my mind?
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| (I wanna run away)
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| Distance, if you don’t keep it
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| Wait till the light’s out, then you’ll see me
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| I’m the face in the river, reflection in the mirror that made you turn
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| I’m the creature at the end of the bed
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| I’m a projection of the thoughts in your head
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| (Don't wanna be awake)
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| I’m the million different effigies trapped under your skin that make you burn
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| (Don't wanna be awake)
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| I’ll be the beat in your pulse when I’m beatin' you to a pulp, one day you’ll
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| learn
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| (Don't wanna be awake)
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| Urgh, I’m the voice of the people, the speaker of evil
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| Cemetery of sound, but tonight this is my battleground
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| Tonight this is my battleground
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| Bang your fucking head |