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I see the world in black and gray |
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Broken dreams of a runaway |
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Escape the world to medicate |
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Symptoms gone but disease remains |
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If the vision dies, will it ever breathe again? |
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Oh, I've got to let go of this illusion |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Oh, it's taking its toll, this pollution |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
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I hold the weight of sorrow deep |
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Wide awake but my mind's asleep |
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Familiar needle scratches on my skin |
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Like a record warped with ill content |
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If the vision dies, will it ever breathe again? |
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Oh, I've got to let go of this illusion |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Oh, it's taking its toll, this pollution |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
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Let go of all of this |
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It's the end of me, my remedy |
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Oh, I've got to let go of this illusion |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Oh, it's taking its toll, this pollution |
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This is the end of me, |
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You are my remedy |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
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Where You stop is where |
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You start again |
