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Linkin Park . Hybrid Theory
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Crawling in my skin,
These wounds they will not heal... Fear is how I fall, Confusing what is real...
There�s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface,
Crawling in my skin,
Discomfort endlessly has pulled itself upon me,
Crawling in my skin,
Crawling in my skin,
Theres something inside me that pulls beneath the surface, Confusing what is real...
This lack of self control I fear is never ending, Confusing what is real... |