Up much too late writing letters in my head
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To far away people wouldn¡¯t know if they were dead
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People far away that I once knew
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Some people so close you can see right through
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Most people your whole life will be in between
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Never know never talk to, wish you¡¯d never seen
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Will I become engulfed with all I did or did not do,
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What should have been what cannot be helped
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Sometimes the truth, so hard to stair into
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Your eyes would fair better if it were the sun they were looking through
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Trapped inside this techno-shpere
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Imbalance becomes real clear
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The living dead walk in the streets and driving in cars
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Chronic fatigue
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We¡¯ve all got ourselves on our minds almost all of the time
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What a way to live can you pay attention
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To people far away that I once knew
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Some people so close you can see right through
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Most people your whole life will be in between
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Never know never talk to, wish you¡¯d never seen.
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Kill The Messenger
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Waxwing |