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I sit in the window watching my days from a safe distance |
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Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant |
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Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence |
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It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance |
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We are bound and marching to an ever static distance |
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I sit in the window watching my days from a great distance |
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Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant |
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Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence |
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It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance |
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My persistance, that's just my existence |
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Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence |
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We are bound and marching to an ever static distance, static distance |
