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Unaware of the model |
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I was taught to follow |
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Baptised through the grapevine |
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Rescued by a daydream back down where I found the open door |
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The open door |
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I was before |
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The open door |
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And from the maps that I followed |
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Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed |
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A bitter pill I swallowed cleaned my mind out so I could explore |
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Plagiarised our reactions |
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All my life an extraction |
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But if I'm more than memories, |
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Makes me wonder who I was before? |
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I was before |
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The open door |
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I was before |
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I know what I am |
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In this light I stand |
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Can I overcome the space that time demands? |
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Reincarnation, now back from everywhere |
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Know that I'll become the thoughts that lead me there |
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Turned my back on the drama |
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And ostracised my karma |
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I threw away all my armour |
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Trying to find out who I was before |
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I know what I am |
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In this light I stand |
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Can I overcome the time that space demands? |
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Reincarnation, I can't remember who I was |
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Who I was |
