| I taste a new elevation
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| Hangin' on a higher state of suspension
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| Though I know
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| That I won’t heal my wounds
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| I feel moved by a revelation
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| Casting off my twisted condition
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| Is the way that I feel everytime that it hurts me
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| I’ve never tried to kill my obsessions
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| There’s a price for my vices I should know
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| What’s the use, what’s the need
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| Of this tortured mess inside
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| All I need is what you cannot give
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| You cannot reveal the pain
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| It’s creeping through my mind
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| All your hearts now seem so far from me
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| And I have to confess
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| It hardly seems to matter now
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| I taste a new elevation
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| Hangin' on a higher state of suspension
|
| Though I know
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| That I won’t heal my wounds
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| I feel moved by a revelation
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| Backing up to find the solution
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| Is my way to resist when the world seems to crumble
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| I’ve never tried to give into illusion
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| With this taste in my mouth I can’t go on
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| Justifying, clarifying
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| It’s a point of no return
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| All I need is what you cannot give
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| You cannot reveal the pain
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| It’s creeping through my mind
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| All your hearts now seem so far from me
|
| And I have to confess
|
| It hardly seems to matter now
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| I taste a new elevation
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| Hangin' on a higher state of suspension
|
| Though I know
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| That I won’t heal my wounds
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| I feel moved by a revelation |