He walks alone, the streets deserted
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He steps on every crack
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He makes and home and no ones waiting to welcome him back
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Who is the man in the mirror?
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He wonders as he stares in the eyes of a stranger
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He's looking for a way
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To make it through the day
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To say the worst is over
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No need to be afraid
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He screams out
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Someone save me from myself
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Drag me from the gates of hell
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Cuz I'm hanging by a thread
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And I'm getting closer to falling off the edge
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And he screams out
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Someone save me from myself
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He counts the tiles on the ceiling
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And everything fades to black
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He knows he'll never have the feeling
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To take a step back
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The voice in his head's getting louder
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His skin is crawling
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He runs both his hands through the water
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There's got to be a way
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To make it through the day
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To say the worst is over
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No need to be afraid
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He screams out
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Someone save me from myself
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Drag me from the gates of hell
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Cuz I'm hanging by a thread
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And I'm getting closer to falling off the edge
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The freaks are coming after me tonight
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They capture me and guide me towards the light
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Who is the man in the mirror?
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The voice in his head's getting louder
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He screams out
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Someone save me from myself
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Drag me from the gates of hell
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Cuz I'm hanging by a thread
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And I'm getting closer to falling off the edge
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He screams out
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Someone save me from myself [x3]
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The Security Of The Familiar, The Tranquility Of Repetition
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| Four Year Strong |
