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Far so far away there's an impulse in your brain it remains invisible but it's waiting for a day |
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In the maze of the ego's secret place you'll detect your other self always silent still yourself |
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The grains of sand are pouring down what was then will not be now you're staring at your hourglass ashes to ashes and dust to dust |
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Close enough the old book of hate and love study life to learn to die till you utter your last cry |
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Feel your blood getting frozen getting stopped you don't have to fight again no more living no more pain |