Somewhere searching to figure it out
You take me back again
Somewhere
I like to go to bed
Watching my T.V.
Trip, trip on
I can't see, get away, get away from me
If I
I can't wait another day
I think I might go insane
Guess
You are the lucky one
You're so far away from this
When all the pages turn to black
There is nothing left
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