| To see one’s self is hard to explain
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| Last night was the first notion of this
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| Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another
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| Space flight navigator
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| A walking mirror
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| Galaxy drifter
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| Entwined together
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| To grasp the other hand
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| To hear the other speak
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| Space flight navigator
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| A walking mirror
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| Galaxy drifter
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| Entwined together
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| To grasp the other hand
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| To hear the other speak
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| Carve one’s skin out of their own soil
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| Sends chills throughout my body
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| Carve one’s skin out of their own soil
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| Sends chills throughout my body
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| Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding
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| Machines, machines in the distance
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| Wake up, wake up to a dirt covered surrounding
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| Machines, machines in the distance
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| Something far too familiar
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| The world comes to a screeching halt when I cover my ears
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| Lift off the hands and the claws work again
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| Digging graves
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| Deeper graves
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| Digging graves
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| Deeper graves
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| The machines deafen my ears with such extremity
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| Constant maze from digging graves
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| I bury my head in the dirt
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| It all stops
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| This sends bliss throughout, throughout me
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| Upside down dreaming
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| The sound of Earth soothes my entire body
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| Upside down dreaming
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| The sound of Earth soothes my entire body
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| Upside down dreaming
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| The sound of Earth soothes my entire body
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| Upside down dreaming
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| The sound of Earth soothes my entire body
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| Real life and dreams are whirling
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| A hand lifts my head out of the dirt
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| Pulling hairs from what seems to be my brain
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| I see him… me… us?
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| The walking mirror
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| Eyes slowly open as dust clouds surround me
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| Surround me
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| Surround me
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| Speak to me freely
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| I am listening
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| (Surround me)
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| Speak to me freely
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| I am listening
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| The clanking of machines scream in the distance
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| I strain in order to get up
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| Soon I stumble down a dirt hill and see a buried man
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| Just his skull is underground
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| Once again, real life and dreams are whirling among one another
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| Walking into a certain state of…
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| Walking into a certain state of…
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| Walking into a certain state of desperation
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| Walking into a certain state of…
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| Walking into a certain state of…
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| Walking into a certain state of desperation
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| Carve one’s skin out of their own soil
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| Sends chills throughout my body
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| Carve one’s skin out of their own soil
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| Sends chills throughout my body
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| It is a corpse
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| Something is buried where his head once lay
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| A note… my note
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| My hands shake and I fall to my knees
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| Slowly read…
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| «Please know, I love…» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Extremophile Elite, artist - Between the Buried and Me. Album song The Parallax II: Future Sequence, in the genre Прогрессив-метал