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Tied my flashback in thousand frames and |
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Bound the waves in amorphous sand |
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Fed my will with the grains of a broken land |
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For the memories I yearn to rise and stand |
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One-track mind |
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Leaving the frozen pulse of entity |
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Turn the solitary tide |
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We'll meet again in the place that we used to know |
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Still, you're my intoxication overall |
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You're my only drug for the pain |
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And you're my world in frames |
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I need to turn the stones and carve these letters |
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(High!) |
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Rewinding the years back in the place it all begins |
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This poor acceptance is for me to inhale |
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Angling the stars in the mind stream |
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To make 'em shooting till we see |
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The stairs conducting to that fainting edge |
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To the thrones of my silence |
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Abandoned discipline's steep fences |
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Once it all used to be mine |
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Now it's set to turn back the time |
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Let my soul refine |
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(The polluted mind, world in frames, we are...) |
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Clarifying distress for a triumphal re-action |
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But my mind is just so closed |
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Redefine before the ray of dawn and we are |
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On the page to a place called home |
