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Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word. |
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Never more honest, always too tired. |
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Drowning in the pages |
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I've planned: |
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Provoke, destroy. |
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Provoke, destroy. |
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I could be the lost cause, for |
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I am dead poetry. |
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In this reflection, we are perfect disorder. |
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Bring back balance, bring restoration. |
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I saw the waves again, |
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I felt the impact. |
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I saw the waves again, |
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I watched the current sway us. |
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Bring back balance, bring restoration. |
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Go....Lost in the clouds and my heart is sleeping. |
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Within the tide, although my eyes are dying. |
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Back for the fourth time around and still meaning every word. (every word) |
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Never more blatant, always too thoughtful. |
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If I could change things, |
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I'd change myself. |
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Time to be joyful in no consistency. |
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Faith can be our only regularity. |
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Time to be joyful in no monotony. |
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There are no final goodbyes, this is our certainty. |
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Bring back balance, bring restoration. |
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I saw the waves again, |
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I felt the impact. |
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I saw the waves again, |
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I watched the current sway us. |
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Bring back balance, bring restoration. |
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And just like that my life ceased to be. |
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If I could change things, |
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I'd change myself: |
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Sunk to the bottom of a deaf, lifeless world. |
