Friend, where did you go?
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And how did you end up here
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at the place that i call home?
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Maybe you should leave again
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Maybe you don't see
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Since you showed up
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all there's been is this suffering
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What do you say when I leave the room?
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Who do you think you're feelnig?
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I see it in your every move
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as even in motions of solitude
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No, you can't hide the real you for that much longer
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Broken hearts, lost hopes
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All the skeletons and ghosts line your closet
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They're knocking on your door
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Such a crowded room, I feel so alone
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Friend, when will you show your face?
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Know that having more than one
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doesn't make the past easy to erase
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It doesn't keep you from throwing it away
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You've missed the can and a mess is made
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I know that you'll never clean this up
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Real friends will stick around
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I found the answer
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to why you just seem to fade right out
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I see it in your every move
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Even in motions of solitude
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You can't hide the real you
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for that much longer
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It's such a crowded room
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I feel so alone, and I can't
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bare the sight of all the ghosts
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I feel so cold, I feel so alone
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I can't bare the sight of all the ghosts
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Crowded Room
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| The Program |
