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[ti:Empty Space] |
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[ar:the narrative] |
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So tell me,if you're ready |
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then why are your palms sweaty? |
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Grab tight,your knuckles white |
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wind up and swing with all your might |
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All that will be hanging,by days spent in the dark. |
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Have you had enough,have you had enough? |
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you build yourself a house,a house that's not a home. |
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If every shadow is your own,is your own. |
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Time stands still,your movement froze, |
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and staring down at what you broke, |
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and walk on,the dust will lift from the ground, |
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and settle into new found comfort in your empty space. |
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Eyes drowning,surrounding colours bleed into the air |
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and the life you stood by dissolves in arbitrary lines, |
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you drew just to have something to cross. |
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Have you had enough,have you had enough? |
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so dirty up your hands,the hands that used to, |
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this whole foundation let go,let go. |
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Time stands still,your movement froze, |
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and staring down at what you broke, |
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and walk on,the dust will lift from the ground, |
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and settle into new found comfort in your empty space. |
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So tear it,rip away my pain my memory |
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stare at all the nothing you created. |
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Tear it,rip away my pain my memory |
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stare at all the nothing you created. |
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Time stands still,your movement froze, |
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and staring down at what you broke, |
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and walk on,the dust will lift from the ground, |
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and settle into new found comfort in your empty space. |
