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To mend this makeshift we all disappear |
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To end the madness of these side effects and |
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The change is timeless you can't live in fear |
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Unless we own this we are the infected |
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Caught in the crossfire of over repair |
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Forgot who they are |
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Forgot what they came from |
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Crave what we want and fail to compare |
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Don't let this in |
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Don't let this come to this |
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And if promise is safety |
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Then can we return? |
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Before this is empty take me alive |
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Deflect the ignorance, they all interfere |
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We clear the gearshift |
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They miss the direction |
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Blissfull collision, divisions are clear |
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Stuck in the mindset |
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They try to dissect us |
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Caught in the crossfire of over repair |
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Forgot who they are |
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Forgot what they came from |
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Crave what we wanted and fail to compare |
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Don' let this in |
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Don't let this come to this |
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And if promise is safety |
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Then can we return? |
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Before this is empty take me alive |
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When all you thoughts resolve it ends here |
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Then all that's left is all this noise & sound |
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And if promise is safety |
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Then can we return? |
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Before this is empty take me alive |