(Lancaster)
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I'm moving on, I don't know where
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But, I've just gotta get me away, from here
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So long gone, I'm lost in time
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Looking for an answer, waiting for a sign
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Stones in my head, stones in my head
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I don't know how to break stones in my head
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I'm reaching out, I don't feel a thing
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The gloves, that I'm wearing are made of my skin
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Nobody knows what I'm tryin' to hide
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But when I start breaking you'll see through my eyes
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Stones in my head, stones in my head
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Trying hard to break stones in my head
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It's cold out here, still I'm feeling fine
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'Cos no one's gonna ask me to come on inside
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I don't wanna know but I guess I do
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'Cos maybe these stones are made out of you
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Stones in my head, stones in my head
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I really wanna break stones in my head
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Stones in my head, stones in my head
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I don't know how to break stones in my head....
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Stones
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