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I am exploring the inside |
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I find it desolate |
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I do implore these confines |
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Now as they penetrate, recreate me |
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I'm hovering throughout time |
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I crumble, in these days |
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I crumble cannot, |
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I cannot find |
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Reflection in these days |
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If you listen |
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Listen, listen |
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Listen close |
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Beat by beat |
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You can hear when a heart stops |
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I saved the pieces |
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When it broke |
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And ground them all to dust |
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I am destroyed by the inside |
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I disassociate |
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I hope to destroy the outside |
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It will alleviate and elevate me |
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Like water flowing into lungs |
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I'm flowing, through these days |
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Like morphine drops through, through deadend veins |
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I'm numbing in these days |
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So if you listen |
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Listen, listen |
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Listen close |
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Beat by beat |
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You can hear when a heart stops |
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I saved the pieces |
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When it broke |
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And ground them all to dust |
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I know what died that night |
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It can never be brought back to life once again, |
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I knowI know what died that night |
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It can never be brought back to life once again, |
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I knowI know, |
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I died that night and |
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I'll never be brought back to life |
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Once again, |
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I knowI know, |
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I died that night and |
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I'll never be brought back to life |
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Once again, |
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I knowIf you listen |
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Listen, listen |
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Listen close |
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Beat by beat |
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You can hear when a heart stops |
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I saved the pieces |
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When it broke |
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And ground them all to dust |
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So if you listen |
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Listen, listen |
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Listen close |
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Beat by beat |
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You can hear when a heart stops |
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I saved the pieces |
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When it broke |
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And ground them all to dust |
