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Day one: picked apart myself. |
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Lost in translation, I've stumbled on the misfortunes of life. |
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We are the fallen. We are the fractured skies. |
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We are the living nightmare and we can't open our eyes. |
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So clap your hands to the beat of the drum, |
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If you think that some days never end. |
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Give in, understand this: |
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If we're the only living thing in the world, |
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Your narrow mind can't wage war on what's left now, looking away. |
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So careless, and self taught, not selfless. |
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"Explain." |
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What!? |
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"Your Thought process." |
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I shouldn't listen to this! |
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"When did you become so arrogant?" |
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It's my choice for once. |
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Inhale the words you never thought you could handle. |
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Cold hands won't hold open the door for your eyes, |
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And tell you you're missing a substance. |
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In fact it's the only thing crossing your mind. |
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You're ****ed in the head. |
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We're all ****ed in the end. |
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Day two: read over my notes. |
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I packed a map to skip the fault lines in the road. |
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But when it ends, I've still got nowhere to go. |
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We are the fallen. We are the fractured skies. |
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We are the living nightmare and we can't open our eyes. |
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We're not the only living thing in the world. |
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Open your eyes. |
