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Between motionless |
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And this retched state of digression |
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Treading on the line |
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That I drew from my own compliance |
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Let me feel it rain down |
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I cannot wait any longer |
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Let's get something straight |
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I am not who you made me out to be |
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It's the awakening |
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Of my body's inner consciousness |
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A fraction of my sleepless |
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Numb existence |
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Rain down now on me |
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Rain down now on me |
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Oh, I feel it now |
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Pick and pull apart my limbs |
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Push me down now from your throne |
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Oh, I feel it now |
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Drag me down now to the floor |
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Press the point into my skin |
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Oh, I feel it now |
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Oh I feel it now |
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Something will have to collide |
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To end the constant spinning cycles |
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Strung together |
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I'm crawling in the streets |
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Where is my fix? |
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Where is my fix? |
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Where is my fix? |
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Where is my fix? |
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I stand alone in time |
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I stand alone in time |
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I stand alone in time |
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I stand alone in time |
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When they spun away |
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I fell apart |
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When they spun away |
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I fell apart |
