| Cyclical, stuck inside a never ending rhyme
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| But you’re comfortable, just another decomposing alibis
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| Sing yourself to sleep, count the days gone by
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| But outside of your walls passes real life
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| So here’s a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick
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| Here’s your chance to live, but I heard you say…
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| «We're heading nowhere
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| It’s not close to them
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| Even horizons can fade
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| Hope says she’s never a saint
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| they’re all waiting on a prayer
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| If we’re heading nowhere»
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| Turbulence, am I causing you to think outside a cell for once
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| Just feel comfortable, dissolving years like no one else before
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| And I said, lead to where you are, lead your way through this
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| But fear and fail has made you its captive, it’s passive
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| So here’s a velvet covered brick, death comes to us all too quick
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| Here’s your chance to love, but I heard you scream!
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| «We're heading nowhere
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| It’s not close to them
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| Even horizons can fade
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| Hope says she’s never a saint
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| they’re all waiting on a prayer
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| If we’re heading nowhere» |