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A mind as clear as a cloudless sky |
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No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
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A waning wild thrown to bygone days |
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No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
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I'm growing black mud up around my veins |
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And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name |
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But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger |
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I'm growing black mud up around my veins |
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And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name |
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But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger |
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Is there something bigger? |
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Is there something bigger? |
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Wide awake, but I am sleeping |
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No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
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I'm lying naked, drunk and dreaming |
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No room for rust, no room for settled dust |
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I'm growing black mud up around my veins |
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And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name |
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But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger |
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Is there something bigger |
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Is there something bigger |
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Is there something bigger |
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Is there something bigger |
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Would it all |
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Would it all |
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Would it all work at all |
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Would it all |
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Would it all |
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Would it all work at all |
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Would it all |
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Would it all |
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Would it all work at all |
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Would it all |
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I'm growing black mud up around my veins |
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And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name |
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But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger |
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I'm growing black mud up around my veins |
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And I'm going backwards, shutting out the name |
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But it's spiralling, spiralling into something bigger |
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Is there something bigger |