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Use the same old pain |
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Wait for the day to end |
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Use the same old pain |
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Five hours to go and ten riffs to send |
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Use the same old pain |
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The end of creation, creating the end |
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A slot in a rut a hole in the head |
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A black nemesis dark light a focal despair |
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Gravitate round the point of eternal blackness |
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Like an eclipsed bright a coronal head |
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Use the same old pain |
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Creating an entity washed up and disbelieved |
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Believe in one's own self |
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And falsely you'll be healed |
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Point blank towards a blank point |
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Using the same old pain |
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Again and again |
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Surrounded by meaning, meaningless infinity |
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Trapped within a point, too blind to see |
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Choose to look around |
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Feel the way over the ground |
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Hunt for pitfalls beneath the surface |
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Sink your feet into their cold embrace |
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Use the same old pain |
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The morning star burns |
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Bright in the night sky |
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Keep your head up, details pass you by |
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Lose interest in the life you live in |
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Higher than thought |
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Than existence you seem |
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Stumble and fall through |
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The clouds the stars gleams |
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Oh, so close it seems |