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Tick tack on the wall, screaming out a silent call |
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could this be another warning |
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higher pressure's got me falling |
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into worlds I've never seen |
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seemed so far away from me |
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I always ran away from the storm |
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maybe I haven't cried enough tears |
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maybe I haven't laughed out loud |
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maybe I have been stuck in amber |
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just a part of the crowd |
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nothing's wrong, nothing's changed |
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here in the eye of the hurricane |
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strong enough to take the pain |
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far from the eye of the hurricane |
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tick tack on the wall, could this be my wake-up call |
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hiding underneath the sheets |
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I wait for life to come to me |
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think it's time to break these patterns |
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systematic 'comes a habit |
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am I strong enough to believe |
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maybe I haven't cried enough tears |
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maybe I haven't laughed out loud |
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maybe I have been stuck in amber |
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just a part of the crowd |
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nothing's wrong, nothing's changed |
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here in the eye of the hurricane |
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strong enough to take the pain |
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far from the eye of the hurricane |
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carry on, carry on, just to get along |
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nothing's wrong, nothing's changed |
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here in the eye of the hurricane |
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strong enough to take the pain |
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far from the eye of the hurricane |
