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I can't remember how I became |
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The one I am or who to blame |
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Can't recall the visions of my past |
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It all stays the same, I have no rest |
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Living a life that's so intense |
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Does not give my memories a chance |
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Only when we're together it feels so safe |
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Peaceful and silent, quiet as a grave |
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Only on these tombstones of my past |
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Is where my inner voices find their rest |
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Can't silence them on moments that I want |
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For final rest I think we have to bond |
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My thoughts are ascending from the land |
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They find their rest, no reason to descend |
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Looking down on ruins I once left behind |
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Still left untouched for me yet to find |
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Going on, approaching open sea |
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Shimmering of sundown is coming towards me |
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When my body hits the ground |
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Feel the pain, I've returned and look around |
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The silence I find myself now in |
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Leads me to the ruins, my own place of sin |
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Only on these ruins of my past |
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Is where the voices found their rest |
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I can remember how I became |
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The one I am, but it stays the same |
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I can recall the visions of my past - |
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In that place... we all find our rest |
