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I've forgotten my name, |
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I'm sick and weak and fresh from sleep. |
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I crawl from a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands. |
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The numbers on the clock read "one-one-O-four A.M." |
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I've got time to clean myself, |
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then sell my soul again. |
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When I sleep I dream, |
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I dream I'm awake. |
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Or was it when I'm awake I dream I'm asleep? |
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I work, I shit, I eat, I sleep, |
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I'm inspected by the number seven. |
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This can't be my life, |
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no this isn't me. |
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I don't know what's beset this change, |
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I barely recognize my own face. |
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In my mind I know that something's not right, |
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but in my heart I'm bathed in the golden light! |
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I'm bathed in the golden light! |
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I'm bathed in the golden light! |
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My eyelids still heavy, my pulse still faint, |
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I'm puzzle pieces, my memory's stained. |
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I feel strength swell - a day dream, |
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I'm shaking under this duality. |
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My pulse is still faint. |
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I hear a strange voice but don't know what it's saying. |
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And in this moment, |
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seconds stop and I burst with clarity. |
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A wealth of love and hate gone blank, |
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for I finally remember my fucking name! |
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I eat rocks, |
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and I breathe wind. |
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I've been around the world and back again. |
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I've lost the static, |
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the gray is gone, |
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I have the power of a million exploding suns! |
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I am consumed by my might, |
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blinded in light as I would be in night. |
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The void is holding me tight, |
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it doesn't feel right. |
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When will I ever break free? |
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Within or without, I'm chained by the dream. |
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The void is holding me tight, |
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it doesn't feel right. |
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When will I ever break free? |
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Within or without, I'm chained by the dream. |
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The void and the light are both me, |
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it doesn't feel right. |
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Bright lights flood my eyes, |
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it's true. |
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I realize the perilous truth of a perilous life by my own device. |
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The strength of my high is the strength of my low. |
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Unless there's no me, |
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they both, they both explode! |
