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On pins and needles we are waiting for the fall |
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We count the days scratching lines on the wall |
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Wait in the wings at someone's beck and call |
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No longer recognize the place that I call home |
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No longer recognize this face as my own |
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Somewhere this fate, I lost control |
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We backed down, we took no for answers far too long |
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We felt those walls close around |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I know there's nothing left worth staying for |
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Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa |
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See I don't think I can fight this anymore, |
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I'm listening with one foot out the door |
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And something has to die to be reborn |
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and I don't want to be here anymore |
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On hand and foot we answered every single call |
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Weathered every day like passing storms |
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But when we break we will all be gone |
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Won't back down, won't take no for answers anymore |
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These walls close, we pace back and forth |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I know there's nothing left worth staying for |
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Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa |
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See I don't think I can fight this anymore, |
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I'm listening with one foot out the door |
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But something has to die to be reborn |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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The point where we break is closer everyday |
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But where do we go? But where do we go? |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I don't want to be here anymore |
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I know there's nothing left worth staying for |
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Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa |
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See I don't think I can fight this anymore, |
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I'm listening with one foot out the door |
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But something has to die to be reborn |
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and I don't want to be here anymore |
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Anymore... |
