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I've seen and heard it all before |
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maybe not in this life |
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familiarity arrives |
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it's like i've been there before |
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images mirrored doors |
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surfaced in my mind in these eyes |
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I'm staring through the stained glass walls |
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you're watching me fall I'm so distant that I may be small |
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confusion betrays and hides in corners |
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so many out there more than I see |
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these shimmering lights hide visions |
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I must not refrain from dreaming |
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I like the screams of silence |
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they're somber in my cold and darkened room |
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these wounds may heal if I just rest |
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and sit here for awhile |
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subliminal drifting into new horizons |
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this rising tide may not drown me |
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but surely it will try much harder now |
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and deeper than its ever been before |
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all that I know is so distant then I am not sure |
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confusion may still betray me |
