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I'm well aware of happiness |
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And what it takes to get to it |
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But the simple struggle of survival |
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Transforms itself into betrayal |
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Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell |
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Waiting for the transportation |
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Between the clock and the bed, shapes move inside my head |
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Colliding with shared desperation |
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Yes, I'm as guilty as the rest |
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A man of little consequence |
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Unable of forgiving himself |
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Still building the bypass in my head |
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Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell |
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Looking for my intervention |
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Between the clock and the bed, shapes move inside my head |
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We've all felt the implications |
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Hatred and failure go perfectly together |
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Like the quick and the sand, beautiful and damned |
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I live through these moments again and again |
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Repeated images of enemies and friends |
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Hatred and failure go perfectly together |
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Like the quick and the sand, beautiful and damned |
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I live through these moments again and again |
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Repeated images of enemies and friends |
