The air outside
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Burns my eyes
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If I could put them out
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I would fly away from here
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?ause I don? need to see this world
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I can feel its weight just crushing me
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Don? need my ears ÌÔause all I hear is constant moans
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Strip me of my senses, introverted, I am finally home
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Now that I? blind, spend my time
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Peeling back my skin to find out
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There? nothing there
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Pray
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Supposed afterlife is bliss
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?ause living here in this is
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like drinking lukewarm piss
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I need someone that I can? feel
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To rescue me
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Just strip me of my senses,
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Introverted, I am finally free
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I can? help you,
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This weight is just crushing me
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I can? touch you, and I would love to,
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But I? flying from here strong and free
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We can never be what we want to be
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αil we all can shed our skin
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And maybe we will rise up to see
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The light inside us all
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Introverted
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Kilgore |