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Intake ambiance a tool for meditation |
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Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete |
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Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation |
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Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete |
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I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream |
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Out the window innuendo, watch the water find it's path down the glass |
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It seems, erratic direction, it's only perfection |
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Rest my head inside my hands, pace back and forth inside my mind |
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I wish sometimes I wouldn't reminisce so much |
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such things, tend to make one reflect and dissect situations to an extreme |
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Hard now to redeem what was there before |
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No more gone are those days and ways have parted |
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Gone from feeling solid trust to outsmarted |
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Anyway, I'm now moving on to a distance far from yesterday |
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It's best this way |
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I feel as though I've missed this moment of truth |
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Outcome uneventfull. I've lost the ability to feel sentimental |
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I can stare at a puddle and see a million places I love |
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It's comforting thoughts of places I've been, places I will never see again |
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Send my love to all who were there, wishing I could crawl back in |
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But I've transformed and the pieces wouldn't fit, so the sorenecks will cease |
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Eyes searching to the sky to try to find some form of peace |
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And I keep pulling up blanks, yet I'm wearing this mask for the sake of others |
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We all miss things I suppose, we must let go, well I'm not ready |
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Just let me sit in silence and soak in what's trailing down the window |
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to cleanse my emotions, to begin the process of preparing myself |
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Intake ambiance a tool for meditation |
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Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete |
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Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation |
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Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete |
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[x2] |
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I watch the drop join it's friends and become one with the crowd |
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All to well, forcing me to sigh out loud |
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Look into clouds, to envision, the inside of my head |
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I'm turing leave at this turning point. Remembering what they said |
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as they drove off one by one |
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they left taking pieces of me untill I felt empty inside |
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already looking forward to that day when I'd be returning |
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and I hadn'r even left yet |
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From then on I took the inside out approach |
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Granted lots of time to think when when your new position is coach |
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And your crew is sleeping the whole time, when it's 2:00 am in the morning |
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And you're in the middle of nowhere with the buzz of the AM radio |
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the only one that's there |
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Think a lot about life, that's where it all began for me |
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the more I thought, the more more I began to clearly see |
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absolutely every aspect of life in a new light |
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I figured out my Rubix Cube.. (haha) well I got it somewhat right |
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And things are coming together as I slowly come undone |
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And the occurence known as the "it" is swept under the rug |
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and now my burden weights a ton |
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But it only makes me stronger and I refuse to break |
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I'm letting things pass by, for the family's sake |
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Just give me a picture of the truth so I can hold it near |
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and watch the rainfall, syncopated with one lonesome tear |
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Intake ambiance a tool for meditation |
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Progressing towards the clouds with at whom I am complete |
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Defeat the chains that restrain an eager sensation |
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Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete |
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[x2] |
