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I can't see you |
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My visions gone but I can fly |
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One step ahead and leave it all behind |
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One step ahead from where I am |
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A little clam in a little shell inside |
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From common sense of human cold |
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From breeding mold and feeding lunacy |
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Where high is high on digging gold |
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I run away from being sold to me |
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My mind glued to the ceiling |
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Searching sense on an empty floor |
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My body glued to the feeling |
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Holding on behind the door |
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Don't make me stay |
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Raise your sails in the wind and pray |
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I can't see you |
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The light is out but I can feel |
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I feel the snow that someone wrote my name on |
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I feel the trenches on my skin |
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The raven song I hear is still the same one |
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My mind glued to the ceiling |
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Searching sense on an empty floor |
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My body glued to the feeling |
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Holding on behind the door |
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My tongue glued to the palate |
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Hopes the wisdom is on the way |
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My will mixed in a salad |
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Soaking in day after day |
