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Night-time's a terrible thing |
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And my arms and my legs feel like needles and pins |
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My eyes they are sore, and I'm losing one thing |
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And I'm losing my grip on the life that I knew |
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And I'm sick of this |
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I go on forever |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm moving through, infinite space |
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Panic is making me ill |
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My perspective has gone |
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As I sit in this hell, where in the world |
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Does my sanity stretch? |
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And it makes me feel sick |
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And it doesn't make sense |
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I'm a coward at heart, I've been from the start |
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Inadequate in every way |
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Great paranoia comes down |
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As I sit in the dark |
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But I wish I was out |
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This magnetic pull that is sucking me in |
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To this infinite space where I never can win |
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And I'm sick of this |
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It goes on forever |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm moving through, infinite space |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm coming through, out of my way |
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And it goes on forever |
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I'm a coward at heart, I've been from the start |
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Inadequate in every way |
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Night-time's a terrible thing |
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And my arms and my legs feel like needles and pins |
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My eyes they are sore, and I'm losing one thing |
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And I'm losing my grip on the life that I knew |
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And I'm sick of this |
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I go on forever |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm coming through, infinite space |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm coming through, out of my way |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm coming through, infinite space |
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Black infinite space |
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I'm coming through, infinite space |
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Na-na-na-na-na-na |
