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There's nothing now that isn't known |
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Nothing in the end that can't be shown |
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It all comes back to this |
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And the feeling doesn't stay |
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It doesn't matter if it's fast or slow |
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It all comes back to this |
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Always takes me back |
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Always pulles me under |
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In a heart attack |
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There's nothing now that's still the same |
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The neon and the pinprick in the vein |
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Moving through your blood |
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And you can tell it leaves a trace |
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And always when you wipe away the stain |
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It all comes back to this |
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Always fills the cracks |
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Always pulls me under |
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In a heart attack |
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There's nothing now that isn't known |
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Nothing in the end that can't be shown |
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It all comes back to this |
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And everything begins in white |
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But it doesn't matter if it's fast or slow |
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It all comes back to this |
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Always ends in black |
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Always pulls me under |
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In a heart attack |
