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Mark the page |
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Lay the pen to rest |
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There's never any traffic here |
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I guess it's for the best |
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On his strings |
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Tied against the hum |
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I know some goals are interesting |
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Just let the patterns fade |
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Between a window and a wall |
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Folks, they find a flock |
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Metallic patterns carry you |
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Bricks will guide the wall |
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Find your mark |
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Sort through four dead ink |
| [04:40.930] |
Strapped for time, you take the line |
| [04:46.630] |
Follow where it goes |
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Forced to draw up a plan |
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This room's too bright to hide |
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Explodes the faults that shape yourself |
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Don't forget to write |