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Thought I should come past your door. |
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Tried to get trusted, initiate more. |
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Thought I could listen this thing with reasoning. |
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Some thieves can rob back their time. |
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But I'm sleeping, |
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Sleeping. |
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I escape some more. |
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Sometime I'm listening, |
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I can't hear a thing. |
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Sometime I melt on a cloud, |
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I'm only wishing |
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I can't do nothing. |
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Reasons to stay underground. |
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Sleeping. |
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Sleeping. |
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So much more. |
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I try to stay back this time, |
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Iris pro-fist to be incremental words. |
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Tired admiration is fine, |
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But it'll take much more. |
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Sometimes |
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I reach out, |
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At the wrong kind of things. |
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Sometimes |
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I'm ripped on the floor, |
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My own dignation means |
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I can't do a thing, |
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My sins to stay underground. |
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Sleeping. |
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Sleeping. |
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Sleeping. |
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But it'll take much more. |
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Cause when |
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I'm conscious |
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I can't hear a sound. |
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Sleeping. |
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Sleeping. |
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Sleeping. |
