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There is no turning back from all the confines of regret |
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Reminders of that day will haunt you, nights you never slept |
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And every time you separate the body from the mind |
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and look into yourself and see what you've left behind |
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It's something you salvage through and pick the bones |
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It's something you'll never stop searching for |
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It's a self made misery |
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It's a blatant blasphemy |
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But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us |
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses |
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The further on you make it, beyond the absolute |
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Onto another level can't take anything from you |
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So calm for a split second before you reconnect with the storm |
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It's something you salvage through and pick the bones |
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It's something you'll never stop searching for |
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It's self made misery |
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It's a blatant blasphemy |
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But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us |
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses |
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It's a self made misery, but you write your own history |
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I wanna peel back this layer |
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Reveal my new skin to the open air |
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I feel a cleansing wash over me |
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And I'm finally able to breath |
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All we need is a little transcendence to mend us |
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses |
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All we need is a little transcendence to mend us |
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But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses |