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We get so hypnotized by |
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The imposed rhythms of the passing time |
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Urgency solely defined by |
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Degrees of dissatisfaction in our minds |
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When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time to time |
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Soundly spun into an insensate lie |
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The light that burns in my eyes has faded |
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Baby just give me some time to find it again |
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My heart's lost touch with the world around me |
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I need that love back so |
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I can try to begin again |
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When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time to time |
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Soundly spun into an insensate lie |
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From where we stand, baby, things don't have to look so different |
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And lately |
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I believe the truth can withstand any change in point of view |
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When's the distance an opiate net woven with the lifelines |
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Of those tiptoeing through your life |
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When's the wait a cradle in which you're lulled from time to time |
