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Air filled with sand lashing in my face |
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I can't see you fifteen feet away |
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I can hear you somewhere in the distance |
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I have lost you |
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The air is filled with sand |
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Eroding my skin I can smell you in the air I'm breathing |
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I can feel you everytime I'm falling |
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I can taste you |
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You're the sand I'm eating |
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I can't kill you |
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The air is filled with sand |
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Eroding my skin |
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All trees cast their leaves when you're around |
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All colors grow pale, all tones lose their sound |
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Air filled with sand |
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It's eroding my skin |
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All wheels stop turning |
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Now take the night-bus and begin all over again |
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Some things fade faster than you would believe |
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Some memories sway your thoughts for a while |
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Yet some might be etched into your skull so deeply they'll never grow pale |
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Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster |
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Don't want you to see the state I'm in |
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Where do I end, where do you begin? |
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Air filled with sand |
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It's eroding my skin |
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All wheels stop turning |
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Now take the night-bus and begin all over again |
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Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster |
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I'm on the speed-ramp going faster and faster... |
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Lets stay in bed today |
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The sun ain't shining anyway |
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Completely knocked out, unable to move |
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Dwelling in daydreams, I'm closer |
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I'm closer to you |
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I enwrap myself in black sheets |
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To match the sky |
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I no longer want to see |
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The bitterness in your eyes |
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You start killing the flies |
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You start killing the flies |
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This is the imperative of devotion: |
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A command to consistent actions |
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To defend our most heartfelt convictions |
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Against attempts of self-protection |
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To cut them down to size of reason |
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What we feel is true |
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I can't abandon you |
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I lost something forever in you |
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It all breeds only pain though I can't discard it |
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Can't rid of myself of you without betraying my heart |