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You've finally found |
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Your health was fine |
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It's strapped inside your skin |
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You want to leave |
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But you believe |
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You won't get back again |
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You only know |
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You have to go |
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This feeling you can't deny |
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You try and try |
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You die and die |
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You're stuck on your own now |
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Reverberation |
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Reverberation |
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You find ? |
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It doesn't cease |
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This deadly irritation |
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You catch a lie |
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You stare behind |
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You're sick with fermentation |
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You hold your thoughts |
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Your mind is caught |
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Your fixed with fascination |
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You think you'll die |
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But can't rely |
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It's back with devistation |
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Reverberation |
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Reverberation |
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? |
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Come on |
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You start to swirl |
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The downward curl |
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Catches up your feels |
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? |
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Comes home to you |
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And downs inside your ? |
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You start to fight |
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Against a knife |
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That swings inside your mind |
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There's something black |
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That bounces back |
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And grabs you from behind |
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Reverberation |
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Reverberation |
