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I feel like I've Been Going |
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Nowhere in my life for years |
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All these empty promises |
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Empty threats. |
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It was such a dark static moment when we met. |
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Nothing felt right, maybe thats why |
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I went so far, too far, |
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Beyond sorrow, pain or lust. |
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The empty silences in our forced conversation |
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Trying to be what I cannot be |
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I never felt so alone in my entire life |
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So alone and desperate to be somewhere else |
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What in this world can change me? |
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What in this world can rouse me |
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Form my sleep |
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My eyes may be open but I see nothing |
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My mouth may be open but it is not words I am forming |
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Not in any language |
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You can undestand |
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I hear what you are saying |
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But it makes no sense to me, it never did |
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How did I come to this? |
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When did I start, dead to the world |
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The word is black and white in my soundless dreams |
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There is nothing I can do so carve me up one last time |
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And leave me for the dogs |
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I have no pity for these grey lines |
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No remorse and no pity |
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That carve me up and sell my soul |
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What is worth? is it worth your love or your compassion? |
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I think you know the answer |
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Every time I dream |
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I seem to leave it all standing at some deserted train station |
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Waiting, watching |
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With and old timetable in my hand |
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Willing another cold morning |
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In another city |
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Or another sunset surrounded by strangers waiting, watching |
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I need somewhere to rest my head. |
