Crawl across the floor
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If it feels like something you know
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Curl up in a ball
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If it feels like home
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Sleep as much as you can
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If you can't sleep then lay there
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Pick at yourself
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Until you feel pure
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Something's pulling you to the floor
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Like a longtime friend
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Someone's banging your head on the wall
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As a means to an end
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Empty
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Filling up with sick
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Like water in your lungs
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Sucking yellow fog around your head
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This must be the end of you
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But you know this will never stop
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You can't hear anything anymore
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Just the hammer in your chest
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Walk on through the growing noise
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Of your inescapable path
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Walk willingly into the dark
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Nothing can touch you now
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Once you were a child
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The world was darker then
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Fear was in the hall
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But you won't think about that now
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Just some warmth and a home
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And an end to the task
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Your doors are standing wide open
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But it's too late for you now
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And although it's not quite the time
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Although we've just begun to leave
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We will tarry not to say we were wrong
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to leave behind a silent reproach
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And when our eyes are searching out
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And our hearts are beating strong
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We'll have a reason not to grieve
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With holly leaves and scanning skies
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And if the colors fade into night
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And the storms our heads enclose
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And our souls are set against one another
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If the seas receive us not
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And the skies mock our lowliness
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Then we shall still love one another
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For we are two, together
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For we are two, together
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