The air's so thick
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It blurs my vision
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I can't think straight
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In this condition
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This dim lit hall
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Is stretching further
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Not knowing
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What I might discover
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Through a door half open
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A painted light bulb swings
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Casting someone's shadow
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Reaching towards me
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Something draws me here
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Not sure
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Feeling Drained
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Still I am curious
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Haunts me
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Taunts me
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Now I start to Gravitate
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Remain composed
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I hear some laughter
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The darkness in me
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Moving faster
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A handle turned
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A door is opened
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Ashtrays
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Cigarettes still smoking
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And there again before me
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The painted light bulb swings
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And see I cast the shadow
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The one I saw moving
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Cannot catch my breath
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Can't cope
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His face turns toward me
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Can't be
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Not me
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The man in the mirror
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It's all too clear
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As I stood there
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Acknowledged him
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In reflective glare
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I don't quite understand
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Why any of this
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Is who I am
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I'm damned cause I doubt
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It's part of me
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Trick of the mind
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Pschitso you see
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It's like awakening
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I'm in
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Someone else's skin
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Molds me
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Holds me
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Controlled
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Left me Drained and empty
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Transformed
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Shifting
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I peer inside
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A well of atrocities
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Like quicksand
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You pulled me
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Down deeper
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All twisted inside of me
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Drained
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James LaBrie |