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I've been told i can meet you |
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but I'll have to be sent into false pretense |
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once the fog rolls in we'll stay for the night |
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hear me |
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one day to fear my life |
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i will quarter myself from my questions |
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I'll await a misdirection and search my dreams |
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answers lay undone forbidden |
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not in this skin |
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doesn't it bother me to the bone |
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lately it's become distraction |
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besides the pressure |
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to only owe death a smaller fee |
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moments pass and I'm still here |
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I've been stalked to this plain |
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what were the last words spoken |
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to create impulse in your skull |
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was there some place we agreed |
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you've got to check the radio |
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your impression |
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will be longest to scar |
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the griffins will be |
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the watchers of the world |
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and mine will protect me form |
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myself |
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in reveries your lips seem stitched |
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who used the needles |
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who has you sewn shut |
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i cant bear it |
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i can barely hear you anymore |
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there's only time between us |
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to only feel suspended |
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to only feel like you never chose death |
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to only feel suspended |
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to only feel like you never chose death |
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without me |
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you can run |
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away from this world |
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a searcher you've become |
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a man to not be found |