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All this noise |
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it fades away |
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hollowed ground |
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and heavy haze |
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these open streets |
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in golden dust |
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the hopes i hold |
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becomes my past |
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trembling hands |
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on solemn eyes |
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revolving doors |
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keep me inside |
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wasted lines |
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fill the air |
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hasty choices |
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without a care |
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we look over this world |
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from our tower of ivory |
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we'll be just who we are |
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not who we got to be, follow me |
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come and hide with me from |
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all this anxiety |
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that keeps blurring our visions |
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just rest your eyes on me |
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i came with no illusions |
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and left with empy hands |
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i hid my own intentions |
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but now they're all i have |
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i came with no illusions |
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and left with empy hands |
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gave my own direction |
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just to take me back |
