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Time can push you down |
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Can bind your wrists and make you slave |
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To a fallen day and in the mind |
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Pushed by the time |
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Your head can fold in on itself |
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Implode a neural supernova blinding eyes |
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Can you read between the lines |
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See thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize |
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The crowd with magic tricks |
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Your slight of hand it makes me sick |
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To late to read whats in the eyes |
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To late to realize you've dealt your hand |
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Now its fate the road you hates the one |
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You've got to take |
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Tell you when your older |
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Thoughts that bleed and stab her |
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Mr cloak and dagger |
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Tell you when your older |
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Time can bring it out |
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Or push it way back in your mind |
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Where youll never find and by and by |
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You rewrite the way things used to be |
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And how they seem like fairy tales in hidden dreams |