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(Verse) |
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Echo star is a crossing you |
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Trembling noises that come too soon |
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Spatial movement which seems to you |
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Resonating your mass call few |
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(Verse) |
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Hollow talking and hollow girl |
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Voicing up from the root of pain |
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Never said it was good, never said it was me |
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Shadow rises and you are here |
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(Chorus) |
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And then you carve |
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You cut it out |
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And everything |
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Goes back to the beginning |
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(Verse) |
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Silence seizes a clotted room |
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Dying to shed not a breath too soon |
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Darkness rises in all you do |
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Standing and drawn across the room |
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(Verse) |
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Spatial movements and butterflies |
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Shadows scatter without a fight |
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There has never been bad, there has always been truth |
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Rooted whispers of the things you lose |
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(Chorus) |
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And then you carve |
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You cut it out |
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And everything |
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Goes back to the beginning |
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Goes back to the beginning |
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There has never been bad, there has always been truth |
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Rooted whispers of the things you lose |
