On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette
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around the golden ten like lambs
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on my face I've hidden away any embarrassment,
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away from my acquaintances
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I'm not sold on anything but half a dream
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I'm not sensing a thing
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I see a blank notebook page
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and it's my life and there is
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nothing I can think to write
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I fear the thought of not sensing a thing
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I hope you don't see a thing
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I said, smile through everyone you ever see
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(so what you gave him the time of day)
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twist back and end this suffering
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I'll dance around, I honestly give up and de robe
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I see a blank notebook page
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and it's my life and there is
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nothing I can think to write
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I fear the thought of not sensing a thing
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Right side falls
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heavenly grace to you I owe you too
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Right side because
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heaven and I should be so easy
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[to fade]
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They Perch On Their Stilts Pointing And Daring Me To Break Custom
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| Saosin |
