| It’s all over
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| Over the top
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| I’m still drawing circles that barely match
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| Thoughts caught in the freewill as if they could not meet
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| I’m getting the bends on the dawn of a title
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| Dial tone my frequency
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| I pack the void that stands tonight
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| Driving as slow as I can
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| To where you can’t hold on
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| To my sweet relief
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| Sending
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| When will this fall apart
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| Bring me
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| No answer back
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| I’m a witness
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| To the crowning of an inner circle melody’s drowning
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| Once it’s gone I see just the way things are
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| Knowing that it shall return
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| To where you can’t hold on
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| To my sweet relief
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| Sending
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| When will this fall apart
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| Bring me
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| No answer back |