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I never wanted to become |
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Someone like him, so secure |
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Content to live each day |
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Just like the last |
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I was sure I knew that |
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This was not for me |
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And I wanted so much more |
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Far beyond what I could see |
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So I swore that I'd |
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Never be someone like him |
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So many years have passed |
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Since I proclaimed my independence |
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My mission, my aim |
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And my vision, so secure |
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Content to live each day |
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Like it's my last |
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It's wonderful to know |
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That I could be |
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Something more than what I dreamed |
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Far beyond what I could see |
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Still I swear that I'm |
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Missing out this time |
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As far as I can tell |
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There's nothing more I need |
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But still I ask myself |
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Could this be everything |
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Then all I swore |
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That I could never be was now |
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So suddenly the only thing |
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I wanted to become |
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To be someone just like him |
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A doctor sitting next to me |
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He asks me how I feel |
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Not sure I understand his question |
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He says I've been away awhile |
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But thinks he has cured me |
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From a state of catatonic sleep |
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For 30 years |
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Where have I been? |
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Eyes open |
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But not getting through to me |
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Medicate me, infiltrate me |
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Side effects appear |
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As my conscience slips away |
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Medicate me, science failing |
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Conscience fading fast |
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Can't you stop what's happening? |
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A higher dosage, he prescribes |
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But there's no guarantee |
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I feel it starting to take over me |
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I tell him not to be ashamed |
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There's no one who's to blame |
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A second shot, a brief awakening |
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I feel the relapse |
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Can't break free |
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Eyes open |
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But not getting through to me |
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Medicate me, infiltrate me |
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Side effects appear |
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As my conscience slips away |
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Medicate me, science failing |
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Conscience fading fast |
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Can't you stop what's happening? |
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Sailing On The Seven, Seize |
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The Day Tripper Diem's ready |
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Jack the Ripper, Owens, Wilson |
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Phillips and my supper's ready |
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Lucy In The Sky with Diamond |
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Dave's not here, I've come to save the |
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Day for nightmare cinema |
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Show me the way to get back home again |
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(Running forward, falling back) |
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Spinning round and round |
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(Looking outward, reaching in) |
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Scream without a sound |
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(Leaning over, crawling up) |
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Stumbling all around |
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(Losing my place only to) |
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Find I've come full circle |
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Flying off the handle |
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With Careful With That |
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Axe, Eugene, Gene |
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The Dance Machine |
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Messiah, Light My Fire |
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Gabba Gabba |
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Hey, Hey, My, My |
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Generation's home again |
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(Running forward, falling back) |
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Spinning round and round |
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(Looking outward, reaching in) |
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Scream without a sound |
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(Leaning over, crawling up) |
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Stumbling all around |
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(Losing my place only to) |
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Find I've come full circle |
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(Root) |
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Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath |
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Remove all obstacles from our path |
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(Second) |
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Asking questions, search for clues |
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The answer's been right in front of you |
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(Third) |
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Try to break through, long to connect |
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Fall on deaf ears and fails muted breath |
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(Fourth) |
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Loyalty, trust, faith and desire |
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Carries love through each darkest fire |
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(Fifth) |
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Tortured insanity, a smothering hell |
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Try to escape but no avail |
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(Sixth) |
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The calls of admirers who claim they adore |
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Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more |
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(Seventh) |
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Innocent victims of merciless crimes |
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Fall prey to some madmen's impulsive designs |
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(Octave) |
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Step after step, we try controlling our fate |
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When we finally start living it has become too late |
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Trapped inside this Octavarium |
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Trapped inside this Octavarium |
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Trapped inside this Octavarium |
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Trapped inside this Octavarium |
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We move in circles |
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Balanced all the while |
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On a gleaming razor's edge |
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A perfect sphere |
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Colliding with our fate |
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The story ends where it began |
