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I feel the heat, the fire that burns |
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Deep in my soul, as this hair-rat returns |
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No one around to hear me cry out |
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Open my mouth, but I can't make a sound |
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I feel the weight of the world sometimes |
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Hanging on my head, whoa |
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Look for the light at the end of this tunnel once again |
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I'm talking 'bout the right state of |
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The right state of |
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The right state of your mind |
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Fit for the worst, I can't catch my breath |
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My heart beats to the sound of unrest |
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Pull strings and I, my thoughts are so low |
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Reach out my hand, but there's no one to hold |
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We walk alone through this strange life |
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It can be so cold sometimes, whoa |
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Just close my eyes and remember |
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If you search you just might find |
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I'm talking 'bout the right state of |
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The right state of |
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The right state of your mind |
