And in my glass prison
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I don't know what to do anymore
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I can blindfold myself like nobody
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Eyes shut, scared they'll leave me
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And then, when it comes to feelings
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Turn a deaf ear to compliments
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I feel lonely, come on, I'll marry myself
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My soulmate is my crowd
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When you're in the box
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The worm's in the apple
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Baudelaire's abyss
It's done, we don't give a damn
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Become one with my bed
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Run, run, run
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I isolate, isolate, isolate
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And in my glass prison
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When I don't know how anymore
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I embrace life like nobody
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Even God, scared he'll abandon me
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But that's it for feelings
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If I've still got them for long
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Now I'm lonely; a flight to Toulouse
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To the sacred choir for a crowd bath
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When you're in the box
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The worm's in the apple
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Baudelaire's abyss
It's done, we don't give a damn
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Run, run, run
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I isolate, isolate, isolate
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Run, run, run
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I isolate, isolate, isolate