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Living moments all too quickly. |
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My decisions have always haunted me. |
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Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open, |
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to bleed the evil out of me. |
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Watch the train roll forward, |
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running over the rails like a beast from hell. |
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I feel myself tied to the tracks. |
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Steel and skin, back to back. |
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Will this be the end of me? |
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Will this be the last moment I see? |
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Will this be the end of me? |
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Will this be the last moment I see? |
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It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong. |
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So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song. |
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Another cycle passes. |
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Sun rise, sun set, again and again. |
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No slowing down for me. |
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Am I living it up, or dying each day? |
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Will this be the end of me? |
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Will this be the last moment I see? |
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Will this be the end of me? |
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Will this be the last moment I see? |
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It's hard to see clear when you can't find where you belong. |
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So when I lose touch, don't let me forget, I'm still singing the same song. |
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Living moments all too quickly. |
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My decisions have always haunted me. |
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Deep in a dream, I was cut wide open, |
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to bleed the evil out of me. |
