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Falling apart from everyone |
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Follow the setting sun |
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Out of time |
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Caught in the siphon circle |
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Braincaged in the dark |
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Deeper down, mirrored without a sound |
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Time and again it fades away |
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Hollow the patterning fray |
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Reason rime |
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Unravelling the webwork |
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Disintegrate |
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River rust, turning to carbon dust |
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Spirit the hours, day after day |
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Chasing the bright side, losing the way |
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Burning out and barefoot in the head |
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I'm hanging by a thread the writing on the wall |
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Lost and bound inside the grey machine |
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And nothing in between can break the final fall |
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Shadow the winding mind from here |
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Prophet and prey to the fear |
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Draw the line |
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Just on the lunatic fringe |
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Balancing there |
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On the edge, driving another wedge |
