| I am exploring the inside, I find it desolate
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| I do implore these confines, now, as they penetrate, «recreate me»
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| I’m hovering throughout time, I crumble in these days
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| I crumble, I cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days
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| (If you listen) Listen, listen
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| (Listen close) Beat by beat
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| (You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
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| (When it broke) And ground them all to dust
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| I am destroyed by the inside, I disassociate
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| I hope to destroy the outside, it will alleviate and elevate me
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| Like water flowing into lungs, I’m flowing through these days
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| Like morphine cuts through, through dead end veins, I’m numbing in these days
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| So…
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| (If you listen) Listen, listen
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| (Listen close) Beat by beat
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| (You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
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| (When it broke) And ground them all to dust
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| I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
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| Once again, I know
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| I know what died that night, it can never be brought back to life
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| Once again, I know
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| I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life
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| Once again, I know
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| I know I died that night and I’ll never be brought back to life
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| Once again, I know
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| (If you listen) Listen, listen
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| (Listen close) Beat by beat
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| (You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
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| (When it broke) And ground them all to dust
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| So…
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| (If you listen) Listen, listen
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| (Listen close) It dies beat by beat
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| (You can hear when the heart stops) I saved the pieces
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| (When it broke) And ground them all to dust |