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Waste the endless days |
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Pondering on how to get away |
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You're a mask, nothing real |
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Just a piece in a spinning wheel |
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When you're almost there |
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It steals your thoughts |
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Disturbance surrounds you |
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Then it's gone |
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In the shades, in the weakest of moments |
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Deep in your doubts full of agony |
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Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine |
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And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheel |
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The same awakening |
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Strikes your mind every time |
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It's a shame, all this suffering |
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Like you thought you had a life |
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Are you closing in? |
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You forgot one thing |
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That it's a dead end street |
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Where all the dreamers meet |
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In the shades, in the weakest of moments |
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Deep in your doubts full of agony |
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Don't forget that we're fuel for the engine |
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And you're nothing but a spoke in the wheel |
