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Thrice
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Staring at colors standing still
Missing the point, whatever it is
And I don't know why
You're still the knife
On my worn out skin
Should I be starting a riot
To let you in?
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Out of touch
Out of reach
Hoping I'll feel it again
I wanna die under the bluest of skies
Never wondering why
This life is a huge waste of time
Tear myself apart
Again and again you've let me down
Leave me out of breath
You make it easy to believe that I am
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Out of touch
Out of reach
Hoping I'll feel it again
Out of sight
Out of mind
Wishing that you'd understand
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