[Whisper]
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Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
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I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
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I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
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Is it real or just my imagination?
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[Normal]
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Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
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I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
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I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
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Is it real or just my imagination?
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Sometimes I wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets,
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from whom I love, to who I fall asleep with.
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Can they see my sadness, my raging madness,
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or that stack of porno magazines underneath my matress?
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Can they hear my breathing, or my footsteps leaving?
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Sneaking out my window 'cuz I'm tired of my parents screaming.
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Louder than Metallica playing with a symphony.
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Louder than crowds in the eighties screaming for Tiffany.
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I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
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So I escape to music 'cuz I think it's therapuetic, and,
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this whole world can hate or love me, or think i'm ugly,
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'cuz unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
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These walls wont betray me, these walls are like my safety.
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But sometimes I feel like these walls drive me crazy.
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They enslave me or chase me by myself.
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'cuz if these walls see everything, why the fuck don't they help?
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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These walls are my leviathan, my cage, my lion's den.
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I'm feeling trapped, strapped to this bed that I'm lying in.
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I can't escape truth so I grab hold of my blanket,
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counting the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
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And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
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I'd rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
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'cuz these walls watch me fall asleep and wake up,
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they've seen my first kiss, they've seen my parents break up.
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They've seen how I like to make sure my door stays shut.
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sometimes I like my privacy without it you'd see inside of me,
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and fall to pieces like clothes with a bad seamstress.
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These walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
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A change of scenery is really all I need.
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'cuz these walls are closing in and it's hard for me to breathe.
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It's hard for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
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I just don't wanna become another brick in the wall.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me
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These walls keep closing on me.
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Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
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I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
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I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
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Is it real or just my imagination?
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Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
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I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
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I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
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Is it real or just my imagination?
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If these walls could talk they'd say,
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that I was so damn lonely.
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It feels like no one knows me.
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These walls keep closing on me.
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If These Walls Could Talk
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Dead Celebrity Status |