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I imagine long walks down the road |
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Things begin to bloom and the sky explodes |
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The damage is undone, and then I know |
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This has got to be a dream |
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Machines and luxuries don't last |
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I took my sleep for granted in the past |
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And I woke up half dead in an hourglass |
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Now does that sound funny? |
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Wait, you're almost there, it's gone |
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You're almost there, it's gone |
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You're almost where what follows you |
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Does not bother you |
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I have walked the tightrope parts of me |
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Towed the line just far enough to see (alt live: as far as I could see) |
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Never found a gift, I got for free |
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You pay for them dearly |
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I see my forever as one long night |
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And if I can make it dark, I can make it light |
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I know that most of living done, is done in the mind |
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Only thought survives |
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Wait, you're almost there, it's gone |
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You're almost there, it's gone |
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Almost where what follows you |
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Does not bother you |
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Are you tired? |
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Are you uninspired? |
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Has the miscommunication tried |
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To eat you up inside? |
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And I am here |
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As you are here |
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And everything I want to know |
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Is sleeping in your ears |
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Wait, you're almost there, it's gone |
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Almost there, it's gone |
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Almost where what follows you |
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Does not bother you |
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Wait, you're almost there, it's gone |
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Almost there, it's gone |
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Almost where what follows you |
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Does not |
