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The light that strikes against itself is hard as stone |
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A dream too many full of memories not my own |
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They're only shadows, they'll disappear |
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Their only destination: anywhere but here |
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There's nothing permanent below me and above |
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For every time it's all too much, it's not enough |
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We're unconnected, we're unafraid |
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We only miss each other from miles away |
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Tell me again, am |
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I the same when |
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I'm not there? |
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Gone in a second, impossible to bear |
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Hard to remember the way |
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I lived outside |
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Stronger than friction until our worlds collide |
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These hands are useless, not even mine |
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They do not serve me, they lose the line |
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I have my version of vital signs |
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But there are complications of a different kind |
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Tell me again, am |
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I the same when |
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I'm not there? |
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One single moment and changed beyond repair |
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Hard to remember the way |
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I lived outside |
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Stronger than friction, the balanced will until our worlds collide |
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Noone ever thought about it |
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Noone had the will to wonder why |
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Only you refused to die |
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Now there is no isolation |
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Keeping the experience at bay |
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Any time, any day |
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It brings me to my senses, this poison in my side |
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The raging heart defenses a turning tide |
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Seen upon the television screen' |
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Cross the boundaries of my head |
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Entertained by the dead |
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Stayed awake to make the morning |
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But it came too little and too late |
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Take your time, |
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I can wait |
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Is this thing going to kill me |
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And tear my soul apart |
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If not, it never will be |
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The one to break my heart open |
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You're really something good, what's got into you? |
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This is the consequence of what you've led us to |
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These views are shaped by thoughts which you have never owned |
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You take all my opinions, claim them as your own |
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I don't expect you'll ever let yourself be told |
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No easy way to say it, you've been bought and sold |
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Who'll defy me now |
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And chase the lightning all to soon |
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What kind of mercy will you gain |
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Under the shadow of the moon |
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The shadow of the moon above |
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And when you know what it's about |
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You'd stand upon a hollow heel |
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Those empty eyes look in, not out |
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Seeing the water deep and still |
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The shadow of the moon above |