| Hear foot steps creek the floor
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| The shadows give away
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| Someone outside the door
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| Won’t let em in
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| Life damaged gives to crime
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| A run down broke machine
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| That steals your piece of mind
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| Before you know it’s gone
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| Lay
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| Down
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| Wait
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| Silence burning on your tongue
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| Keep us separate, sullen, dumb
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| Hiding in the darkness under
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| Boiling to the surface, something
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| These things I hate in you
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| Also reflect it seems
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| Distortion laced with spite
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| Teach you outta me
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| Lay
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| Now
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| Lay
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| Hiding in the darkness under
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| Boiling to the surface, something
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| Crawling on your skin discomfort
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| Makes you break, run, stumble, fall
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| It’s why you never tell me (what's on your mind)
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| It’s why you never tell me (what's on your mind)
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| It’s why you never tell me (what's on your mind)
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| It’s why you never tell me (what's on your mind)
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| A looking in view too long on the outside
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| Desperate plans make sense in a low life
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| It’s why you never tell me (what's on your mind) |