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My resolution this year? |
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I'll disappear completely. |
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My absolution nearer, |
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I'll reappear discretely |
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Calling underground people, |
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With your underground hearts; |
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You could start a mainstream fire |
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With your underground sparks. |
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Keeping all your underground thoughts |
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From the surface above, |
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Realize it is inside those minds |
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Where revolutions start. |
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Your only failure will be thinking you see right through me. |
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When things become much clearer, |
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I'll know just where you have been. |
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On and on |
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I feel you slide |
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Deep into my memory, slowly. |
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I look behind to find you stood in front of me, |
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Adding to elements of subtraction. |
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Taken from that backwards heart, |
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And mistaken for love, |
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I search for ways to compensate for |
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Simple words no longer true to me. |
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My resolution this year? |
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I'll disappear completely. |
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My absolution nearer, |
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I'll reappear. |
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Your only failure will be thinking you see right through me. |
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When things become much clearer, |
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I'll know just where you have been. |
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Suddenly I'm in a place |
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I've never seen before. |
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In front of me a faceless figure that |
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I've seen before; |
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Undeterred by motions of distraction, and it's coming to me. |
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Your life (undeterred my motions of distractions) |
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You're right (and it's coming to me) |
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You're alive (undeterred by motions of distraction) |
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But your mind wont think what it's supposed to. |