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I believe I can see the future |
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'Cause I repeat the same routine |
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I think I used to have a purpose |
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Then again, that might have been a dream |
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I think I used to have a voice |
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Now I never make a sound |
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And I just do what I'm betold |
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I really don't want them to come around, oh no |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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There is no love here and there is no pain |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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I can feel their eyes are watching |
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In case I lose myself again |
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Sometimes I think I'm happy here |
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Sometimes, yet I still pretend |
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I can't remember how this got started |
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But I can tell you exactly how it will end |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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There is no love here and there is no pain |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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I'm writing on a little piece of paper |
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I'm hoping someday I might find |
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Well I'll hide it behind something |
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They wont look behind |
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I am still inside |
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A little bit comes bleeding through |
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I wish this could've been any other way |
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But I just don't know, I don't know |
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What else I can do |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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There is no love here and there is no pain |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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Every day is exactly the same |
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There is no love here and there is no pain |
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Every day is exactly the same |
