[Words & Music: T. Bjorn]
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Time's running out for you, my friend
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Can you hear them closing in
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Your fear is what makes them live and breed
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It's an obsession which you feed
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They rip your flesh apart and watch you bleed
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The ultimate pain is what you feel
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Frustration is rising, I can tell
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Another day is another hell
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Tell me now, spin my wheel
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Were they not or were they real
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Hear me someone, let me know
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Why my mind won't let me go
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You're tripping closer to the everlasting blur
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So, are you happy with your new white suit, sir
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Divided in two, it's them and you
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Divided in three, one part is me
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They've always been there for you to blame
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Will you ever figure out we are the same
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Too much time has passed
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You cannot even win your own created game
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Just like a ghost haunting it's own grave
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We're dancing this deadly waltz with not a step to save
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Existance of an imbecile
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Bring me down, enjoy the thrill
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Something's here behind my eyes
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Draining my sense and telling me lies
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You're tripping closer to the everlasting blur
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So, are you happy with you new white suit
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The toil is tightening and reality occur
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Who can be happy in this white suit, sir
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