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Why does the color |
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Move away from my mind |
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The first place I rest |
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Is the last of its kind |
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Growing my thoughts |
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On tethers borrowed by time |
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My eyes choose to blur |
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And my body unwinds |
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There's feelings I've left |
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In the past I would guess |
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That they weren't fulfilled |
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Or that they were a mess |
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Now the energy in |
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All the things that I touch |
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Controlling my mind |
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Making me think too much |
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I'll have to have problems |
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With the things that I know |
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I'll go to the movies |
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I won't lose control |
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I've come to see you on |
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I've come to see you on |
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I've come to see you on |
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I've come to see you on |