| I feel like there is no need for, conversation
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| Some questions are better left, without a reason
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| And I would rather reveal myself than my, situation
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| Now and then I consider, my hesitation
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| The more the light shines through me
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| I pretend to close my eyes
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| The more the dark consumes me
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| I pretend I’m burning, burning bright
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| I wonder if the things I did were just, to be different
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| To spare myself of the constant shame of, my existence
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| And I would surely redeem myself in my, desperation
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| Here and now I’ll express, my situation
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| The more the light shines through me
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| I pretend to close my eyes
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| The more the dark consumes me
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| I pretend I’m burning bright
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| The more the light shines through me
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| I pretend to close my eyes
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| The more the dark consumes me
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| I pretend I’m burning…
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| There’s nothing ever wrong, but nothing’s ever right
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| Such a cruel contradiction
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| I know I crossed the line, it’s not easy to define
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| I’m born to indecision
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| There’s always something new, some path I’m supposed to choose
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| With no particular rhyme or reason
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| The more the light shines through me
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| I pretend to close my eyes
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| The more the dark consumes me
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| I pretend I’m burning bright
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| The more the light shines through me
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| I pretend to close my eyes
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| The more the dark consumes me
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| I pretend I’m burning…
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| I feel like there is no need for conversation |