A blackout in the room again
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a busted lip and broken skin.
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I wake up in the bathroom
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and dare not bother asking
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why the mirror's craked and all I see
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are shards of glass inside of me.
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There's voices there to dare me,
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my father's here to scare me.
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and My mother she sits beyond the door she's
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curled up crying on the floor,
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look at what her son's done.
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When the weight of all the world's gone wrong.
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wrong again.
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Gone fucking wrong again.
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Well liars they leave a guilty trail.
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let me tell you I've been lying for years.
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That must be why I'm standing in this space.
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constantly over and over Im Disregarding that I've created these monsters
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that are on both of my sides,
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So I wipe the blood from both of their eyes.
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From all four of their eyes.
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And while I wait for wounds to heal
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I see you by the window sil,
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your heart's torn out
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a plastic spoon
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when honesty lit up that room
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so I stole the pillowcase to clean
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this mess I've made of someones dream.
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Now you've seen what I've done,
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when the weight of all the world's gone wrong again
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gone fucking wrong again.
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This room is old and wise
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and I fall onto the bed and wonder,
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"How did I get here?"
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I was a little boy who would argue with a tree
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go ahead thump his head
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he'll turn back to normal.
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Now why is that what I see?
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Don't bother trusting me
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don't bother waiting
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don't bother changing things that won't give into changing
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just let me go away.
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I'm packed down whenever.
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Let's go.
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Let's really really go.
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Weight of the World
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| Blue October |
