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I am exploring the inside, |
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I find it desolate, |
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I do implore these confines now as they penetrate, |
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recreate me, |
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I'm hovering through out time, |
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I crumble in these days, |
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I crumble, cannot, I cannot find reflections in these days |
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[chorus] |
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If you listen,(listen,listen) listen close, |
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beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops, |
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I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust, |
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I am destroyed by the inside, |
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I disassociate, |
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I hope to destroy the outside, |
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It will alleviate and elevate me, |
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Like water flowing into lungs, |
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I'm flowing through these days, |
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As morphine tears through deadened veins I'm numbing in these days, |
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[chorus x2] |
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I know what died that night, |
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It can never be brought back to life once again, |
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I know, |
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I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life, |
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Once again, I know |
