| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| From the thread to the needle, middle-to-end
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| When skies cock back and shock that which couldn't defend
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| The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
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| Forcefully, the power of suggestion
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| Then, with the eyes tightly shut
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| Lookin' through the rust, and rot and dust
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| A spot of light floods the floor
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| And pours itself upon the world of pretend
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| Then the eyes ease open, and it's dark again
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| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| In a minute, you'll find me
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| Eyes burn me up
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| You say you'll never forget me
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| But the lies have piled up
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| Movin' all around, screamin' of the ups and downs
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| Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
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| And as the wheels go 'round, the sunset creeps
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| Past the street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete
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| A window then grows and captures the eye
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| And cries out yellow light as it passes it by
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| A small black figure sits in front of a box
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| Inside a box of rock with the needles on top
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| Nothin' stops in this land of the pain
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| The same lose, not knowin' they were part of the game
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| And then, the insides change, but the box stays the same
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| In shame, shovel up the pieces to the pain
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| You can try to hide yourself in the world of pretend
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| But when the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again
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| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| From the top to the bottom (Bottom to top, I stop)
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| At the core of the rotten (Stoppin' right when I thought)
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| But sun has escaped us (So I'm fightin' the sky)
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| And I'm far from my weightless (Thinkin', "why did I try?")
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| In a minute, you'll find me
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| Eyes burn me up
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| You say you'll never forget me
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| But the lies have piled up
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back (Afraid of the end)
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back (Afraid of the end)
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back (Afraid of the end)
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| Yeah, I got you caught in the act, you better step back (Afraid of the end)
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| Tellin' me that I'm seein' right through you
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| In a minute, you'll find me
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| Eyes burn me up
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| You say you'll never forget me
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| But the lies have piled up
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| In a minute, you'll find me
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| Eyes burn me up
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| You say you'll never forget me
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| But the lies keep piling up |