An ache of 27 years
Is twisting through the night
And I can't change the way I am
To make it all all right
And If I knew what's good for you
I'd have done it all my life
Instead I'll twist on through this sleepless night
A mansion of a thousand doors
That lead from room to room
No hallways and no photographs
They all lead back to you
If I could find my way outside
My real life could resume
Instead I'm stuck between the black and blue
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