the lights are on but you're not home
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you've drifted off somewhere alone
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somewhere that's safe,
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no questions here
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a quiet place where you hide from your fears
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[chorus]
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sometimes when you're out of rope
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the way to climb back up's unclear
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the walls you build around yourself
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i guess they also keep you here
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are you afraid of what they think?
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whoever "they" happen to be
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or are you hiding from the scars of your own reality?
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so you sedate and drown in vain
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you've got a pill for every day
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a suit and tie to mask the truth
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its ugly head is starthing to show through
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[chorus]
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[bridge]
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the monster you're feeding,
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your lack of perception
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the things that you do
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to fullfill your addictions
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the light at the end of your tunnel is closing
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what is it that you're so afraid of exposing?
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you'd give it all up for what's theirs for the taking
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whatever it takes to keep your hands from shaking
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the same things you're thinking might make you feel better
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the same things that probably get you here
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[chorus]
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[bridge]
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Reality
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Staind |