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(K-Rino:) |
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I don't know where I'm at, or who I am |
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I'm being asked if I recognize certain places and faces, scriptures and diagrams |
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Evaluations, to see where my mind is |
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They said I'd understand in due time, but I don't know what time is |
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They bring a woman in, to visit me |
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And she descriptively begins to give to me, vivid periods of my history |
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I'm trying to figure out, who this could be |
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A mystery at all persistively, right now I don't even exist to me |
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She kisses me, like she been missing me |
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Then instantly the doctor gives her paper, with twenty words on a list to me |
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For hours, he tried to empower me |
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And out of the twenty nineteen I couldn't place, but one was jumping out at me |
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I don't feel crazy, I'm very sane |
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I'm trying to gain recollection, the doctor matches pictures up to every name |
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I try to concentrate to remember, but nothing comes |
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I overheard the doctor, tell the same lady I'm suffering from amnesia |
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(Hook: x2) |
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My world, ain't the same |
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Don't know who I am, I don't know my name |
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Can't remember my life, I can't remember my ways |
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Can't remember my nights, can't remember my days |
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(K-Rino:) |
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Now, they bring me to a different bed |
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And hook me up to a machine, that gave it thoughts when they strapped it to your head |
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Was I a righteous man, or a evil dude |
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They judge my feelings to certain words, based on how fast the needle moves |
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My reactions, would diversify |
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The words they said sparked emotion, some made me laugh and others made me cry |
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The needle, jumped out at a crazy pace |
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And when he said the word from the list that he gave me, I saw the lady's face |
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They brought, a young child in |
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Who began to shed tears, until he looked into my eyes and started smiling |
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Like he was happy, that he found me |
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Something was familiar about the feeling, when he wrapped his arms around me |
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Listen something is coming back, I'm reminiscing |
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A distant memory of me and this child, but it was somebody missing |
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Where was this other person at |
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Part of this puzzle could be deciphered, or something could bring that person back |
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It's no mirrors, in this room I'm at |
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To prove this fact they handed me a picture of myself, and I asked em who is that |
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I start to drag, like I'm going mad |
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It was something making me feel hatred, for this picture even though I had amnesia |
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(Hook x2) |
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(K-Rino:) |
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I tore the picture up, and then I screamed |
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The frustration of not knowing nothing, to nobody was just too extreme |
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Hopes that my memory, could be redeemed |
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I'm still struggling with the one word that seemed, to out shine the other nineteen |
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They strapped me down, like a wild man |
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The lady walked back in the room, with another female who held the child's hand |
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When I felt that presence, it calmed me |
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But as they swarmed me, the calm became a storm cause what they sung alarmed me |
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I heard the hate they spoke, with optics blurred |
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Telling me the reason I forgot them, and myself as I forgot the word |
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Right then I felt it, like a gust of wind |
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A voice said wake up, I heard clapping and I was on a stage with two other men |
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Opened my eyes, and realized G |
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A hypnotist had hypnotized another man, and at the same time hypnotized me |
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He said raise your arm, and hold it up |
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The other hypnotized man was the doctor, and in my hand the list was folded up |
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I opened it, wondering what can it be |
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It was the nineteen words from the fantasy, the list consists of friends and family |
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Yeah my mother wife and son, is who those people was |
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And the one word from the list, that seemed to stand out was the word love |
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Yeah, suppressed in my sub-conscience mind |
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Amnesia in this case is when love is in you, but you forget to show it all the time |
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Now back to normal, he's converting me |
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Said I wouldn't recall a thing, went back to my seat |
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and told Dope I told you it wouldn't work on me amnesia |
