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Go through solid stages not noticing me. |
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Hands hold tightly. No one shares. |
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Doll it up! (At the rate the paint is peeling off the wall,) |
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We'll need to cover it! (Cover it!) |
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Before it all falls apart! (Oh, it'll all fall apart.) |
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Truss it up! (At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones,) |
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They'll need to bury us. (Bury us!) |
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Because we all fall apart. Yeah, we all fall apart. |
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The open mouths of these rooms are connected by a hallway, dark and narrow, |
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That we pass through like marrow through bone. |
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And we do it alone. |
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I miss the point and wish I still didn't dream. |
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A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling. |
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The whispering walls sound like an endless corridor |
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And at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the walls. |
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(And all I want to do is chase it) before it all falls apart |
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(down the hall made out of frozen faces.) |
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(Expressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tight, ever so quiet, ever so quiet.) |
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And I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I've seen. |
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(Because I don't see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams and chasing dreams in life.) |
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Doll it up! All the ones still close to us, |
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Are the ones that most of us still don't see, |
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Still don't see the way. |
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I would have thought that, |
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it could be the sympathetic solution, disillusion. |
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And if I stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence? |
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Out of the corner of my eye, |
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I see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights, |
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ever-inching closer, but always out of reach. |
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So I hold my breath and keep it under my tongue, |
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And wait until both of my lungs are filled. |
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If I count to ten, will it all go away? |
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Brushed aside or pushed aside: |
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A difference in tension, intention and force applied. |
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Cast aside or passing by people as canvases: |
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blank outside and bleak inside. |
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We learned (and it caused other things asunder) |
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to stay (and avoiding all the turmoil) |
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out of the way of each other. |
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Just stay out of the way! |
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Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid we just, |
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(Bury them, close our eyes, cover it up. But what was buried managed to unlock the door even though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keys.) |
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Will we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find (happiness, clarity, peace of mind? |
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Follow me down the hallway.) |
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If I should take a fall, |
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don't look back. |
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Pick a door. Any door. Any door! NOW! |
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(And now we all fall apart, Now we all fall apart) |
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And now we sit in what was built on our dreams. |
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A space, now sad, speaks madness, |
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attempts concealing the crumbling walls. |
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It feels like our time is getting short. |
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And it's too late cause all the paint is lying on the floor. |
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Did we selfishly erase it? |
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(And we have all ignored the fault.) |
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Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces? |
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Circling flaws that we find without respite, |
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what do we find? |
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What do we find? |
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And in the meantime, all the vultures circle us in hopes to feed. |
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Because they don't see the difference between, |
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Death disguised as life, |
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and life with lifeless eyes. |
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(Doll it up!) All the ones still close to us, |
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are the ones that most of us, |
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still don't see, the way. |
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(I would of thought) |
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I would have thought that it could be, |
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the sympathetic solution, disillusion. |
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(Because we all fall apart, Now we all fall apart) |
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The open mouths close!! |
