So far from you; other side of the wall
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There's a bottomless cry that is spinning
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Interdimensional, hidden inside
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Of these lights which I seem to be missing
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Marching ahead to silent beats
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Bumping into these dead machines
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You can hear everything with me
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You can win everyone but me
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Gonna feel my way around you
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And then you're gonna get down on your knees
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And grow accustomed to the darkness
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And see what you're supposed to see
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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I don't
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Don't think I'll talk
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Yeah I don't think I'll breathe
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And I don't think I'll think
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What you're thinking
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All that I know of us is what was there
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In the longest of stares we were sinking
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Ashes to beauty; rust in lust
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Passion attempts; misguided trust
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Smoking your bag of trickery
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Getting to love the little beast
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Gonna feel my way around you
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And then you're gonna get down on your knees
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And grow accustomed to the darkness
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And see what you're supposed to see
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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I don't
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In this wading pool
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In this waiting room
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I elevate us down
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In a neglected olive tree
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Here is the part you reach for me
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Say that you have no need of this
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Say it again
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Say it again
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Say it again
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Again again again
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Gonna feel my way around you
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And then you're gonna get down on your knees
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And grow accustomed to the darkness
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And see what you're supposed to see
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Gonna feel my way around you
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And then you're gonna get down on your knees
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And grow accustomed to the darkness
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And see what you're supposed to see
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Gonna feel my way around you
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And then you're gonna get down on your knees
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And grow accustomed to the darkness
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And see what you're supposed to see
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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Head up straight
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I know what I'm doing
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I don't
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Four Walls
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Charlotte Martin |