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Look behind, above your shoulder |
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Feel the fear (breathe) behind your back |
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It's in the eye of the beholder |
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All the colors fade to black |
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Make your amendment clear |
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Reclaim the strength you once possessed |
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A quest to redesign fear |
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Balance the fragile parts to start fresh |
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A grand design or an illusion? |
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Are we products of deception? |
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The owner of I might not be me |
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Truth might be a false conception |
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Are we awake and able to see? |
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Gather the senses in a travesty |
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Align what's left of it all |
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We all protect this tragedy |
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The nothing is in control |
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Make your amendment clear |
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Reclaim the strength you once possessed |
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A quest to redesign fear |
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Balance the fragile parts to start fresh |
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A grand design or an illusion? |
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We lay to waste our memories |
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Oblivious to it all |
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Align the ways and watch how it ends |
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Unable to recall |
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We looked behind, above our shoulders |
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We felt the fear down our spines |
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Fearless emotions redefined |
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Confronting us all that time |
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Deceptive colors, twisted stain |
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Killing the emotions again |
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Inverted outro, flashback restrain |
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Emotionless but still filled with pain |
