| Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| You to see
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| Stationary fate, life is getting late
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| You to see
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| Imprisoned and fooled lies the hermit alone
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| Cursed by the fire thought to be home
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| Each time I cut off one head
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| Cut off one head
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| Two more grow back
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| You to see
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| Can you hear me falling into a black hole?
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| My screams fading in the void
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| As I try to break the wind
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| I shall be reborn
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| I sold my soul
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| And the price was never fair
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| Inhaling your scent
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| Has left me gasping for air
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| This isn’t dead
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| And I’m afraid of who I turned out to be
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| Now I know these roots have taken hold of me
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| Unsure of what comes next
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| Panting on the slopes
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| Chaos unmatched
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| As the journey unfolds
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| This was doomed all along
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| The river poisoned at the source
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| I’m sick of cutting heads
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| And watch them grow to haunt me again
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| This time I aim for the heart
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| I shall be reborn
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| Can you hear me falling into a black hole?
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| My screams fading in the void
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| As I try to break the wind
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| Can you hear me falling into a black hole
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| My screams fading in the void
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| As I finally break the wind
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| I shall be reborn
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| Carved up like a tree, carved up like a tree
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| You to see
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| Stationary fate, life is getting late
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| Nothing left for you to see
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| You to see |