| Starting off to face the day
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| Seconds away from a life
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| From a life with endless torment
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| (Ooh, with endless)
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| Torment my mind with the thoughts of
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| A beginning
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| To show you just what I feel
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| To decipher what is real
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| There’s just so much to be said
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| So much is running through my head
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| In a time staggered on the end
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| For a second I felt so brave
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| Flowing through fault lines
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| Wearing on my mind
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| Weathering, pulsating
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| Technicalities set you off the stage
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| And when you see me now and then
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| There will be no exchange of hands
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| Scratch the plans
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| There’s just so much to be said
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| So much is running through my head
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| In a time staggered on the end
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| There’s just so much to be said
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| So much is running through my head
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| In a time staggered on the end
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| This isn’t the end
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| This isn’t the end
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| There’s just so much to be said
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| So much is running through my head
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| In a time staggered on the end
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| There’s just so much to be said
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| So much is running through my head
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| In a time staggered on the end
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| Maybe now can we pretend?
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| Maybe now can we pretend? |