| All clocks speak in their sleep of hands dealt, and of yesterday
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| We could never admit, we couldn’t face it
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| Time only talks of time, so keep driving away, it away
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| The hours away
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| All That We Do Create
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| The world is no cold, dark place
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| All of the fears we feel
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| Only catalysts, never a wall
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| Streets of doubt, dressed as dreams we walked them
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| What were we thinking?
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| If you make sure, you stay low, it will never feel like you’re sinking
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| We could never admit, it wasn’t worth it
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| To let misery win, so keep sinking
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| The drugs, and drink it all away
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| All That We Do Create
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| The world is no cold, dark place
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| All of the fears we feel
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| Only catalysts, never a wall
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| All That We Do Create…
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| All That We Do Create…
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| All That We Do Create…
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| All That We Do Create…
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| We’ll lie under the drunk summer sun
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| And pass the time until migration
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| We’ll lie under the drunk summer sun
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| And pass the time until migration
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| We’ll lie under the drunk summer sun
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| And pass the time until migration |