is this a dream or am i awake?
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I pull myself into a smile, but you know i'm a fake
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drained from living because i'm constantly giving
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these feeding hands are bitten and feel so constricting
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here comes the sun like a five knuckled kiss
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when day breaks me and my pillow reminisce
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stay up all night, somebody shut me off
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another day on no sleep i'll give it all that i've got
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i'm closing doors in the face of everyone who cares
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haven't seen sunlight in days
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this isn't how i wanted it to be
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what am i becoming?
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running on empty!
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they say this way of life is a sign of depression
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a way to an early grave, well maybe that's my mind's intention
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it plays tricks on me, tests me how to be
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puts a mirage in front of life, i rub my eyes but i can't see
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are you out there? well i'm in here
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in my head i hear voices but nobodies there
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i've totally lost touch, i've fallen under a curse
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i'm a brain-dead apparition forced to wander the earth
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running on empty!
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i can't feel my fingers, i can't feel my toes,
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i'm consciously sedated and nobody knows
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the troubles i've seen, the place i've been,
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i'm losing myself to a life of bad breams
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running on empty!
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Running On Empty
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| Bones Brigade |
