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Wake up, wake up, my god
This is not a test,
And it's not too late to come clean, to get it off your chest,
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on.
So tear another page from the book,
Are you asleep or just alone?
Clear this room from your lungs,
And pull yourself together man...
On your back,
You're sleeping in a bed of shame.
Let the light breath some new life into this room,
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself.
Just what are you so afraid of?
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down.
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye,
So why don't you take steps away from being alone?
I swear, it's not too late for you.
This is not a test,
And it's not too late to come clean, to get it off your chest,
So steady your hand before your face and concentrate
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on.
So tear another page from the book,
Are you asleep or just alone?
Clear this room from your lungs,
And pull yourself together man...
On your back,
You're sleeping in a bed of shame.
Let the light breath some new life into this room,
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your head in your hands and sink into yourself.
Just what are you so afraid of?
You're staring truth in the face, so come on down.
I know the light is blinding to the naked eye,
So why don't you take steps away from being alone?
I swear, it's not too late for you.
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