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There's too much space, in your room |
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The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty |
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White, is spreading over |
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There's too much space, in your room |
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There's too much silence, in your head |
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Speechless thoughts, and dead ideas |
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Mingle, quietly |
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There's too much silence, in your head |
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There's too much dust, in your mouth |
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Too many years, have passed |
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Since you last tried, to make sense |
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When speaking to yourself, for a change |
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Too many reasons, not to move forward |
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Too many actions, stayed undone |
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But it's never time, to wake up |
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There's too much emptiness |
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In your dreams |
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There's too much space, in your room |
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The ceiling's too high, and the walls are empty |
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White, is spreading over |
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There's too much space, in your room |
