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This place has begun to cover me |
[00:09.53] |
I recall the light, but the dark smothers me |
[00:14.17] |
I prefer the feelings I know right now |
[00:17.73] |
I don't worry about feeling very proud |
[00:23.45] |
You don't know how it feels |
[00:26.04] |
To be misunderstood |
[00:28.11] |
To reach for the sky |
[00:30.42] |
I thought you never would |
[00:32.74] |
You don't know how it feels |
[00:35.07] |
To be misunderstood |
[00:37.28] |
To reach for the sky |
[00:39.67] |
I thought you never would |
[00:43.26] |
But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised |
[00:47.74] |
From the grip that I once had on you |
[00:52.45] |
And I'm open for a new way |
[00:57.02] |
Because there's not much more that I can fake |
[01:12.09] |
It's almost seeing your soul for the first time |
[01:16.66] |
And watching the mirror show you life in rewind |
[01:21.42] |
Capture the ridicule of everyone |
[01:25.16] |
I'm tired of trying, and they wonder why I'm gone |
[01:30.70] |
You don't know how it feels |
[01:32.98] |
To be misunderstood |
[01:35.37] |
To reach for the sky |
[01:37.75] |
I thought you never would |
[01:40.04] |
You don't know how it feels |
[01:42.24] |
To be misunderstood |
[01:44.65] |
To reach for the sky |
[01:46.94] |
I thought you never would |
[01:50.98] |
But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised |
[01:55.55] |
From the grip that I once had on you |
[02:00.13] |
And I'm open for a new way |
[02:04.71] |
Because there's not much more that I can fake |
[02:14.25] |
I can't fake it |
[02:29.16] |
You don't know how it feels |
[02:31.68] |
To be misunderstood |
[02:34.11] |
To reach for the sky |
[02:36.36] |
I thought you never would |
[02:38.67] |
You don't know how it feels |
[02:40.92] |
To be misunderstood |
[02:43.30] |
To reach for the sky |
[02:45.66] |
I thought you never would |
[02:49.19] |
But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised |
[02:53.63] |
From the grip that I once had on you |
[02:58.25] |
And I'm open for a new way |
[03:02.85] |
Because there's not much more that I can fake |
[03:07.73] |
But I'm bleeding, and my hands are bruised |
[03:12.26] |
From the grip that I once had on you |
[03:16.89] |
And I'm open for a new way |
[03:21.47] |
Because there's not much more that I can fake |