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I grind my knife, point at life |
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Conflict solved without strife |
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Stick it in, you cut so clean |
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Cord released, I'm free! |
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I should wake up when it's done |
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A different view, I wanted to |
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Take part in something pure and new. |
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In every dream a certain theme |
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Delicate it seems. |
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Oh, do not wake me from my sleep! |
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Consolation |
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A perfect state, a perfect new start |
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Consolation |
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Wrapped inside this spurious part |
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Consolation |
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A lair where you won't be made king |
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Nor a pawn! |
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Fatigue has ceased in my own knees |
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Because all I need was in my dreams |
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A false release ends in grief |
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Open eyes are thieves |
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I've been awaken from lethargy! |
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A new day born ripped by thorns |
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Wiped and shattered out of form |
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A false prospect fades to black |
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Now I'm all but stuck |
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In dissolution I belong! |
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I never wanted to turn |
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This was too good to be true |
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My realm is something broken |
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Pieces! |
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I never changed my life |
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Because I had everything to lose |
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Defeated by reality |
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Now I'll be! |
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Gone! |
