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Till the end of time |
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The world stops |
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We all stand still |
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Let the floods come |
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As they always do |
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Watch the sun break through |
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We are memories and signs |
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Some of what we leave behind |
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Waiting for the wave |
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We are fragments made of time |
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We are broken, we are fine |
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There's something |
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In repetition, real life |
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Not some exhibition |
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I wouldn't wish it on you |
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I wouldn't wish it on myself |
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The sanatorium is overworked, cannot help |
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They steal you from a future life |
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You've got to stop hurt |
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A thousand ways you can escape |
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Disappear and fade away |
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Tell me that |
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I'm wrongAll that strength can make you weak |
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Chasing you and chasing me all night |
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There's something |
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In repetition, real life |
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Not some exhibition |
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I wouldn't wish it on you |
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I wouldn't wish it on myself |
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The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help |
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The balance is your spayed |
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You make it back like no one else |
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There's something |
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Repetition, real life |
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Real life, real life, real |
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I wouldn't wish it on you |
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I wouldn't wish it on myself |
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The balance is your spayed |
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You make it back like no one else |
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The sanatorium is overworked and cannot help |
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I wouldn't wish it on you |
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I wouldn't wish it on myself |
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Myself, myself |
