| Thinning airflow through a narrow hallway
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| Hanging heads from the billboards, hoping to entertain
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| I hear the circle resonate
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| You’re all nameless faces to me
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| I’m merely a short daydream
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| I helped you get through nothing
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| And if you look real close
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| Hands held under the thorns
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| Keep you proud and me unknown
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| I’m your toy when things get shallow
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| I’m under your control
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| Press your face to wood floor, you’re the grain
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| Here’s a savior for when you don’t feel anything
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| I am what you want me to be
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| Ripped right out in front of me
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| I was on the edge of your everything
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| Now something gets in the way
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| Innocence sedates your memory
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| The misbelief in anything
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| I see you on every city street
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| Looking for me to fix your pain
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| And if you look real close
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| Hands held under the thorns
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| Keep you proud and me unknown
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| I’m your toy when things get shallow
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| It swallows everyone
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| You don’t hold enough to show anything for what you’ve done
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| I’m your toy when things get shallow
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| I’m under your control
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| I’ve wished for this
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| Well, my attention comes and goes ever since
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| And I’ve dreamt of this
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| Well, it is never clean behind the film we’re staring at
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| And if you look real close
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| Hands held under the thorns
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| Keep you proud and me unknown
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| I’m your toy when things get shallow
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| It swallows everyone
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| You don’t hold enough to show anything for what you’ve done
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| I’m your toy when things get shallow
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| I’m under your control |