| I stepped inside that doorway
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| Can’t turn back, this place resists
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| It’s opening windows to bricks
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| Beneath the stairs there is smokeless burning
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| Little lies, of old stacks, filth and flies
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| Don’t leave yourself behind
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| I burn my dreams just to stay warm
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| My insides hot, outsides are not
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| Just leave your world burning
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| I stepped inside a downpour
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| Its rain was brick
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| It opened our heads up to lunatics
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| Conniption fits, derailed ships
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| I can stop them from coming in
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| Nighttime is for preparing, to take back or lose track
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| Can’t help this burning
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| I walked miles with your head your way
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| I looked back the wrong track
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| I can’t see where we went
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| Beneath the stairs there is smokeless burning
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| Little lies, of old stacks, filth and flies
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| Don’t leave yourself behind
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| I stepped inside that doorway
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| Can’t turn back, this place resists
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| It’s opening windows to bricks |