Hey, stop on a dime.
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Take both your hands,
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reach them above, one at a time.
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Are you alone in here?
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I heard the voice so clearly.
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I tried not to breathe.
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Tried not to speak.
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Clamping my tongue between my teeth.
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Are you alone in here?
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I heard the voice so clearly say,
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Well, there are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
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With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
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How we die, nobody wants to know.
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Who decides where everybody goes.
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Where everybody goes.
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Oh, no, this can't be it.
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I start to sweat.
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Haunted by all the things I've missed.
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This can't be right.
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I realize right then that it's me or him, yeah.
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There are fine lines I've seen we are stuck in between.
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With separate eyes to use and throw aside.
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How we die, nobody has to know.
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Who decides where everybody goes.
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Where everybody goes.
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(What if I don't?)
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Oh, no, I can't believe this.
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I don't know why this had to happen.
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I had no choice.
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Well, it was me or him.
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There's a fine line between what is justified or just obscene.
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Fragile lines to use and throw aside.
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How to die, nobody wants to know.
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Who decides where everybody goes.
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How we die, no, I will never know.
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Who decides where everybody goes.
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Who decides where everybody goes.
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Ghost
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The Academy Is... |