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From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop |
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At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts |
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Taken far from my safety, the picture's there |
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The memory won't escape me |
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We're stuck in a place so dark, you can hardly see |
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The manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe |
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And as the rain drips acidic questions around me |
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I block out the sight of the powers that be |
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And duck away into the darkness, times up |
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I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut |
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So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend |
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And the eyes ease open and it's dark again |
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From the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop |
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At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts |
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Taken far from my safety, the picture's there |
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The memory won't escape me but why should I care? |
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In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up |
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The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up |
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Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs |
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I'm nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around |
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Watchin' the wheels of cars that pass, I look past |
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To the last of the light and the long shadows it casts |
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A window grows, captures the eye |
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And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by |
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And a young shadowy figure sits in front of a box |
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Inside a building of rock with antennas on top |
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Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain |
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The sane lose not knowing they were part of the game |
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And while the inside's changed, the box stays the same |
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And the figure inside could bear anybodys name |
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The memories I keep are from a time like then |
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I put on my paper so I could come back to them |
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Someday, I'm hoping to close my eyes and pretend |
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That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again |
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Yo, from the top to the bottom, bottom to top, I stop |
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At the core I've forgotten, in the middle of my thoughts |
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Taken far from my safety, the picture's there |
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The memory won't escape me |
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I'm here at this podium talking the ceremonial offerings |
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Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring |
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What's happening? City governments are eternally napping |
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Trapped in greedy covenants, causing urban collapsing |
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Bullets that scar souls with dark holds, get more than |
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Your car stole, some hearts be blacker than charcoal |
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For real, this society's deprivation depends |
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Not on our differences but the separation within |
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No preparation is made, limited aid and minimum wage |
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Living in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid |
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Tragedy within a parade, the darkness overspreads |
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Like a permanent plague, I'm the forgotten |
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In the memory you'll find me, eyes burning up |
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The darkness holding me tightly until the sun rises up |
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