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Waking up and fearing that I'll never get back into my sleeping |
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Haunted by the darker, hidden sides of the family |
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The silence and repression and unspoken old secrets come a-creeping |
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The oh so clean, golden dream is not what it used to be |
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Oh no no |
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Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking |
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You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him 'keep breathing' |
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Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense |
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Cut off from your past, you're disconnected from yourself |
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Reach beneath the surface, it's time that you started believing |
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In the shadow of the mountains, in a graveyard, the ancestors are sleeping |
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I used to feel that everything I knew here could fit in my hand |
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Linoleum and empty rooms, suburbian dreams were running deeper |
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So naive that I believed the kingdom was at my command |
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Oh no no |
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Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking |
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You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him 'keep breathing' |
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Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense |
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Cut off from your past, you're disconnected from yourself |
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Reach beneath the surface, it's time that you started believing |
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Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking |
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You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him 'keep breathing' |
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Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense |
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Cut off from your past, you're disconnected from yourself |
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Reach beneath the surface, it's time that you started revealing |
