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At night, assimilate life |
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In the infinite realm |
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Of our intrinsic side |
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Find, the missing parts of the mind |
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The hidden truth behind |
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Our dungeon of thoughts, this labyrinth |
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Search, it has a reason and a meaning |
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Remembered and repeated |
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A guide, not to be ignored |
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Feel, there's so much to feel |
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Amnesia must confiscate an elusive link |
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to consciousness |
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It's there; cause there's so much we don't know |
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Even our own true face |
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It's there, facing what we can't have |
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Our ideals ain't true, naked and exposed |
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To the bareness of what's real |
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Boundless fantasy, becomes reality |
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As we breathe water and run through the sand |
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Whispers and a scream, flying high, falling down |
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And a face with no features or name |
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Exposed to life, we can only divine |
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Tell me, what's your reality? |
