You can look to the mountain
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You can talk to the dead
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You can run to the city lights
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But it's all in your head
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You can look to a stranger
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But all you'll find is a wall
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You can wish all you want
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But no one answers at all
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Goodbyes
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They are flies
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The rise from shit
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And I was skinning
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A new beginning
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While you were grinning
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Like a slit
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You can try not to cry out
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As you wake in the night
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You can stare at the blackness
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But it's taken your sight
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You imagine a face there
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That you can almost touch
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You can reach all you want
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But it's only a crutch
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Goodbyes
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They are flies
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That rise from shit
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And I was skinning
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A new beginning
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While you grinning
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Like a slit
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Where are you now?
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Where is the crowd?
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These sleeping streets
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Are speaking aloud
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And I couldn't recall
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The feeling at all
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The moment I realized I was going to fall
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Grinning Like A Slit
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| Black Light Burns |
