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It doesn't make a sound |
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Ripping through the pages of another time |
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And sometimes it's hard enough creating versions in my mind |
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Like an engine hitting failure |
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Broken down from the night before |
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If there's a chance to get it right, one thing worth waiting for |
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Like where I've been before |
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Kept out of sight but not out of life |
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Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties and rhymes |
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So just let me go |
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And form all the lives I never could |
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When it evens out in time will we be satisfied? |
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They should've been ashamed |
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Reaching back for the life we left behind |
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If there's a function or release why can't I find the time? |
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Just a passing observation |
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Without a trace of banality |
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If there's a low road to surrender can it just be me? |
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Like where I've been before |
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Kept out of sight but not out of life |
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Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties and rhymes |
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So just let me go |
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And form all the lives I never could |
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When it evens out in time will we be satisfied? |
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So pacified |
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Like life was fair |
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Kept out of sight left with all despair |
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Like where I've been before |
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Kept out of sight but not out of life |
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Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties & rhymes |
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So just let me go |
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And form all the lives I never could |
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When it evens out in time will we be satisfied? |
