| Face in my hands admiring that view again
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| Pictures tell me it’s only my fear
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| So I’ll try, I’ll try to hear what I like
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| And I’ll try to hide what I fear
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| Ever moving over to the way I wanna be
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| Attract an energy
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| Past time stored in my memory
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| As we are struggling to make sense of human nature
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| Distraction like a fairground attraction
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| Communication interacts like we
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| So reason over remedy ready me infinitely
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| But lately I admit hard times have hit
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| But still I like knowing I’ll break through it
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| The fluid flows the seed grows and life goes on
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| And the fight goes on in this the Babylon we carry on
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| Surviving striving taking everyday watching time go by
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| And I tangle with stress feel strain from stress
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| Man made hell yes in a recess less I be mistaken
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| I be taking all the ways life heralding the ark
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| I embark like a light in the dark
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| Define definition in my focus
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| Living in a room over the fear side view
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| I am surrounded by the border of disorder
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| So I ought to be stable and able to lift my hand and take an
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| Opportunity sinking down into quicksand time
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| Another number never I endeavour like time is forever
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| Expanding immaterial is the original principle
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| Now the icon is God, sad case in the rat race
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| Erasing all the memory of something that they can’t quite comprehend
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| I end a line to the live wire with my entire trickle down lava flow blood fire
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| I attack with my brain seeing eye vision
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| Looking over my terrain day by day stay same
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| In the land of chaos and disorder
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| Living behind the light we’re surrounded by a border
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| In the dark room
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| Face in my hands admiring that view again
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| Pictures tell me it’s only my fear
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| So I’ll try, I’ll try to hear what I like
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| And I’ll try to hide what I fear |