When the whirlwind of noise surrounds and get intense,
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and when words can't hide their anger or intent.
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I feel it in my bones and in my head, can't make sense of
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what is said.
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Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown.
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Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow and
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pace.
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Time moves in and out of phase of everything that I face.
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I feel it in my bones they rattle and shake, can't find a
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trace of what it takes to stop this take down.
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Can't stop this breakdown!
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Welcome to my scene. A place that's in-between where
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squares fit the round.
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Some affectionately call it... my breakdown....
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When I feel the pressure mounting and my hands begin to
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clutch,
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I reach my limit of pain and I've had enough.
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It feels good to pound on tables and chairs and feel the
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frenzy start to wear.
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Breakdown this take down, gotta stop this breakdown.
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Welcome to my scene. A place that's in-between where
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squares fit the round.
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It'll never be, never be more than this. Never.
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Breakdown
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Queensryche |