| Wait for a signal
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| Losing faith
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| Stuck in the middle
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| And I’m searching for a way out
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| But six feet deep, I’ve dug my grave now
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| There’s no way out
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| I feel the salt beneath my skin
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| It’s boiling up again
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| I can’t let go, and I’m wearing thin
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| These knots in my throat coil and constrict
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| And it’s the shortening of the days
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| The dark that seems to grip
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| All the ice that fills my veins
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| And this guilt that always trips
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| I’ve felt so gray and out of place
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| Bent out of shape, but stuck in my ways
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| And I’ve been searching for the answer
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| Will I always be this way?
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| And when I call out, will you answer?
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| 'Cause I’ve been screaming but nothing’s changed
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| Nothing’s changed
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| I feel the cold against my face
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| And it’s enough to keep me sick
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| So I’m left with this bitter taste a spoonful of sugar could never fix
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| And it’s the shortening of the days
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| And the dark that seems to grip
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| Try to go and it pulls me in
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| I’m sick of swallowing medicine to feel something
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| I’ve felt so gray and out of place
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| Bent out of shape, but stuck in my ways
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| And I’ve been searching for the answer
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| Will I always be this way?
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| And when I call out, will you answer?
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| 'Cause I’ve been screaming but nothing’s changed
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| And it’s getting harder to pretend like I’m okay
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| When there’s a constant reminder being drilled into my brain
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| I still believe in happiness and I want to find a way
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| But lately, my whole world is being swallowed by the grey
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| For now there’s comfort in the quiet, solitude, and rainy days
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| I’ve got my sadness to a science
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| All I can do is hope for change
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| For now there’s comfort in the quiet, solitude, and rainy days
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| I’ve got my sadness to a science
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| All I can do is hope for change |