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He walks alone, the streets deserted |
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He steps on every crack |
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He makes and home and no ones waiting to welcome him back |
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Who is the man in the mirror? |
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He wonders as he stares in the eyes of a stranger |
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He's looking for a way |
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To make it through the day |
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To say the worst is over |
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No need to be afraid |
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He screams out |
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Someone save me from myself |
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Drag me from the gates of hell |
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Cuz I'm hanging by a thread |
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And I'm getting closer to falling off the edge |
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And he screams out |
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Someone save me from myself |
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He counts the tiles on the ceiling |
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And everything fades to black |
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He knows he'll never have the feeling |
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To take a step back |
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The voice in his head's getting louder |
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His skin is crawling |
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He runs both his hands through the water |
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There's got to be a way |
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To make it through the day |
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To say the worst is over |
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No need to be afraid |
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The freaks are coming after me tonight |
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They capture me and guide me towards the light |
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Who is the man in the mirror? |
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The voice in his head's getting louder |
