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When i return |
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I dream of another life |
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Failure transparent in the palm of my hand |
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I am the contortionist |
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We are the contortionists |
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I can feel this distance is further and farther without you |
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Contorting to fit somewhere i do not belong |
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Brick by brick |
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Stone on top of stone |
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I create |
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From these towers |
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Built of nothingness |
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I will fall |
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And like these wordless feelings |
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There is an emptiness we long to feel inside |
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Father when will you come home? |
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I have been dying inside |
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Mother where have you gone? |
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Oh so how hard i've been trying |
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Hours upon hours |
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I am fucking sleepless |
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We are wretched, no sleep for the wicked |
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And at night we come undone |
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This is not who i ever was |
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We are anything |
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We are the contortionist |
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We are the wordless feelings |
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We are the great divide |
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We are the emptiness we long to feel inside |
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We are anything |
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We are the contortionist |