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I've sealed myself in |
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Laminated all of my skin |
| [00:17.24] |
Sellotaped my world in bits |
| [00:21.38] |
I must embrace paralysis |
| [00:25.06] |
Only in you do we see ourselves |
| [00:29.42] |
Only in you can we matching our end |
| [00:33.05] |
So sick and so tired of being 4 real |
| [00:37.45] |
Only the fiction still has the appeal |
| [00:42.21] |
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| [00:46.29] |
Builder of Routines |
| [00:54.56] |
It makes me safe and clean |
| [00:58.68] |
It crucifies parts of me |
| [01:02.05] |
But never seems to make me bleed |
| [01:06.37] |
Only in you do we see ourselves |
| [01:10.51] |
Only in you can we imagine our mend |
| [01:14.46] |
So sick and so tired of being 4 real |
| [01:18.79] |
Only the fiction still has the appeal |
| [01:22.43] |
How I hate middle age |
| [01:26.66] |
In between acceptance and rage |
| [01:30.73] |
Democracy has sure made a fool out of me |
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But I am the builder of routines |
