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The music floats like smoke. |
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Now it's here, now it's not. |
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It's disintegrating, vanishing, replaced before it's gone. |
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There's another band in line, and another one behind them. |
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All with eager eyes. |
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So desperate to be whatever you need. |
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I want to point the finger, but never take a look at myself. |
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I got where I am by giving up on who I was. |
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There were things I needed. |
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There were things I wanted to say. |
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I would have to pay for the chance they gave me. |
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Oh, the great compromise. |
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Oh, the great compromise. |
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Slithering thoughts from the corners of my mind, |
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They turn inside out and they come alive. |
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Hiding out inside having fights with my conscience. |
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Am I working on progressing or working on a lie? |
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The meaningless parade, |
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The broke down cliche, |
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Hysterical and sinking, |
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Shouting and screaming |
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"I thought that I was so much more!" |
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"I thought that I could just save myself before the ship went down!" |
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"I though that I could leave it behind!" |
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But I won't survive. |
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I won't survive. |
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I'm alright, but my hands always feel tied. |
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I'm alright, but my hands always feel tied. |
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The meaningless parade, |
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The broke down cliche, |
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Hysterical and sinking, |
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Shouting and screaming |
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"I thought that I was so much more!" |
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"I thought that I could just save myself before the ship went down!" |
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"I though that I could leave it behind!" |
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But I won't survive. |
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I won't survive. |
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I won't survive. |
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(Slithering thoughts from the corners of my mind) |
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I won't survive. |
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(They turn inside out and they come alive) |
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I won't survive. |
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(Slithering thoughts from the corners of my mind) |
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I won't survive. |
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(They turn inside out and they come alive) |
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I won't survive. |
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(Slithering thoughts from the corners of my mind) |
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I won't survive. |
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(They turn inside out and they come alive) |
