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Sometimes I go whole days |
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listening bored, half sleep |
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I won't say anything |
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that's worth a thing to me One day, |
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suddenly, time took a turn that once felt so brief |
| [00:57.40] |
I blinked to see polite ghosts fading quickly |
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What begins as an unguarded train of thoughts slowly can become |
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an addiction |
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to the slumber of disconnection |
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and the resonance |
| [01:20.74] |
of memory that no longer has a shape |
| [01:25.09] |
but keeps you numb |
| [01:28.07] |
through the hours tills gone is another day |
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Be aware, my darling |
| [01:35.74] |
these things I say I mean |
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are just traces of something |
| [01:43.20] |
I long to feel again |
| [01:46.03] |
I see our time expand |
| [01:51.08] |
in the air almost forcibly, |
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spreading thinner till it dissolves completely |
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| [02:31.13] |
What begins as an unguarded |
| [02:35.69] |
train of thoughts slowly can become |
| [02:39.14] |
an addiction to the slumber |
| [02:42.97] |
of disconnection and the resonance |
| [02:48.93] |
of memory that no longer has a shape |
| [02:53.39] |
but keeps you numb through |
| [02:57.36] |
the hours tills gone is another day |
