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Paralysis through analysis |
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Yellow moral unclean decay |
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Silence begins to help me now |
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The sunshine it fades away |
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Symbols have now disappeared |
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How could this happen to me? |
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How could this happen to me? |
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But now I feel so weak |
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Dead trees and traffic islands never meet |
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Is this, is this my defeat? |
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This purgatory for beginners |
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Dead trees and traffic islands |
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Tolerance slips away |
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Body shrugs and says hello, once more |
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Paint the walls within my mind |
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Clandestine brain finished period |
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Lips turn gray, inside turns out |
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I show little defense |
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I show little defense |
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But now I feel so weak |
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Dead trees and traffic islands never meet |
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Is this, is this my defeat? |
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This purgatory for beginners |
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Dead trees and traffic islands |
