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It walks in circles all the time |
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Different mind |
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It claws the walls with bound hands |
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And tries to climb this shell that grew inside |
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It keeps correcting all its non-existant |
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Flaws while it pretends they're gone |
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It knows the mind that's keeping track |
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Of all mistakes that ever made its life |
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Sometimes I can almost reach the sun |
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Yet, the distance |
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Is blinding |
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It walks in circles all the time |
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Different mind |
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It keeps repeating all its goals to make |
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The purpose seem so worthwhile |
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It inputs air into the lungs just so they |
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See that it pretends to breathe |
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It ran the circle one last time |
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One last time |
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Abandoned all these faces |
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Living in the dreams |
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That emptied out its cries |
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It climbed the wall on broken hands |
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Until the edges pulled apart |
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Revealing all the same divides |
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Mind is set on 'loop' |
