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Cyclical, stuck inside a never ending rhyme |
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But you're comfortable, just another decomposing alibis |
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Sing yourself to sleep, count the days gone by |
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But outside of your walls passes real life |
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So here's a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick |
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Here's your chance to live, but I heard you say.... |
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"We're heading nowhere |
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It's not close to them |
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Even horizons can fade |
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Hope says she's never a saint |
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they're all waiting on a prayer |
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If we're heading nowhere" |
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Turbulence, am I causing you to think outside a cell for once |
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Just feel comfortable, dissolving years like no one else before |
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And I said, lead to where you are, lead your way through this |
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But fear and fail has made you its captive, it's passive |
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So here's a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick |
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Here's your chance to love, but I heard you scream! |
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"We're heading nowhere |
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It's not close to them |
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Even horizons can fade |
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Hope says she's never a saint |
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they're all waiting on a prayer |
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If we're heading nowhere" |