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Running blind and out of breath |
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But in the wrong direction |
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I don't recall or recognize |
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My own reflection |
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Locked myself in a cell |
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I can't breach |
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My key to sovereignty lies just out of reach |
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Can't set myself free: |
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Can't seem to keep down my last meal |
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Can't turn back the hand |
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I deal Feel like |
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I'm caught in foreign land |
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Exiled by my gavel hand |
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A rat in a cage |
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I'm spinning the wheel |
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But getting nowhere |
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The gallows -- my stage |
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I'm seen by all |
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Performing to no one |
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This could have been my finest day |
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A drug that expends me; the price that |
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I pay Can't throw it away: |
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Can't seem to keep down my last meal |
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Can't turn back the hand |
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I deal Feel like |
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I'm caught in foreign land |
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Exiled by my gavel hand |
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The cage that |
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I'm in is formed |
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From my own design: |
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No way out that |
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I can tell |
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Stay here forever trapped |
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Inside my own mind: |
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I know every corner so well |
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And I fear that when |
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I finally find the will |
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The atrophy will keep me lying still |
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But I'm tired of the darkness |
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And I'm tired of the smell |
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But I'm torn; |
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I don't know anything else |
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And I'm tired of the nighttime |
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And I long for the day |
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But I'm torn; |
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I don't know another way |
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Running blind, out of breath |
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Spinning the wheel |
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But getting nowhere: |