| I’ve forgotten my name
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| I’m sick and weak and fresh from sleep
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| I crawl from a crooked bed
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| With dirty feet and shaky hands
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| The numbers on the clock read
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| One-one-O-four A. M
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| I’ve got time to clean myself
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| Then sell my soul again
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| When I sleep I dream
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| I dream I’m awake
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| Or was it when I’m awake
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| I dream I’m asleep?
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| I work, I shit, I eat, I sleep
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| I’m inspected by the number seven
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| This can’t be my life
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| No this isn’t me
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| I don’t know what’s beset this change
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| I barely recognize my own face
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| In my mind I know that something’s not right
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| But in my heart I’m bathed in the golden light!
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| I’m bathed in the golden light!
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| I’m bathed in the golden iight!!!
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| My eyelids still heavy, my pulse still faint
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| I’m puzzle peices, my memory’s stained
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| I feel strength swell — a day dream
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| I’m shaking under this duality
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| My pulse is still faint
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| I hear a strange voice but don’t know what it’s saying
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| And in this moment
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| Seconds stop and I burst with clarity
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| A wealth of love and hate gone blank
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| For I finally remember my fucking name!
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| I eat rocks
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| And I breathe wind
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| I’ve been around the world and back again
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| I’ve lost the static
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| The gray is gone
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| I have the power of a million exploding suns
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| I am consumed by my might
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| Blinded in light as I would be in night
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| The void is holding me tight
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| When will I ever break free
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| Within or without, I’m chained by the dream
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| The void is holding me tight
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| When will I ever break free
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| Within or without, I’m chained by the dream
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| The void and the light are both me
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| It doesn’t feel right
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| Bright lights flood my eyes
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| It’s true
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| Now I realise
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| The perilous truth
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| Of a perilous life
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| By my own device
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| The strength of my high
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| Is the strength of my low
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| Unless there’s no me
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| They both.
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| They both explode! |