| Time to fall asleep
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| And take the fractions of emotions
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| That still litter your stale dreams like barley
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| I’m falling asleep
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| I’ll bear this broken down cross with you
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| Piece it together like you wanted me to
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| I’ll protect your sense of right
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| I’ll dissect your senses till you find me.
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| I’m hurting myself
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| If the value won’t depreciate
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| Appreciate it somewhere else
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| Leave me on the shelf
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| And though it still hurt to say
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| You always said that you wanted it that way
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| I’ll protect your sense of right
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| I’ll dissect your senses till you find me.
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| And it’s another obsidian bloodbath
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| But don’t lie
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| When you said the Alps never would grow flat
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| You called out wolf too many times.
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| It’s hard to save a life
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| When the dreams you enter fracture through
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| A million and one reflections
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| But tonight
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| I’m saving a life
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| Through the hissing of watches and the ticking of clocks
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| I’ll show the hours my open palm
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| I’ll protect your sense of right
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| I’ll dissect your senses till you find me.
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| I’m falling asleep (x6)
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| I’ll protect your sense of right
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| I’ll dissect your senses till you find me.
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| And it’s another obsidian bloodbath
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| But don’t lie
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| When you said the Alps never would grow flat
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| You called out wolf too many times
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| Called out wolf too many times. |