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The handle on the door you cannot touch |
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The knot in the woods you cannot cut |
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A good thing we had too much |
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Smoke is rising above |
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The fire's getting hotter in the wind |
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And you're cold blackened eyes looking odd |
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Going blind |
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A splinter deep inside your second skin |
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The princess feeling nothing underneath |
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And no wonder it doesn't feel the same |
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Everybody's asking when you're ever coming back |
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And you tell them that you're sorry but you're frozen in your tracks |
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The foxes in the headlights never knowing it was wrong |
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Staring down the righteous road that is lonely and is long |
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The photographs and pictures that we drew |
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Remind us that we won't be going through |
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And I wondered do they even look the same |
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I wondered do they even look the same |
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Now it's going faster and we're stuck here in this place |
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The water's getting deeper |
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Cutting lines into my face |
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The lights are out and broken |
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It looks different in the dark |
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They're out there setting fires |
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You need to make your mark |
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Another slippery stone |
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We thought that it was dry |
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And flat enough to stand |
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We trusted until we died |
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We don't really know |
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We think that we are wise |
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Deaf and dumb and blind |
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We think that we have eyes |
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Deaf and dumb and blind |
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We think that we have eyes |
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