| I pull this hopeless state
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| And slide into my shade
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| Feeling a curse, bruise and singe
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| Through a screaming rapid shockwave
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| And so we fall to our wreckages below
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| They dot the skyline in bleak horizon, the sound of letting go
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| I can feel that emotion evaporate like rain
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| A moment we can recollect that I’m hoping will not fray away again
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| Hit the ground intact, taken aback from impact
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| Alone and unscathed, accustomed to this game we play
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| Nothing I could change would free us from this phase refrained
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| Bonded to a frequency that’s cycling independently
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| Onward through this fear we feel the same
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| Subdued and tranquilized on a medicated train
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| Through vacant spaces
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| Racing to retrace every (thought)
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| Through the frames of faded stars
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| Where I could hold this time and tear apart this
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| Darkness folding autumn’s cold wings
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| Wrapped around this incubated
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| Solace
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| Entangled in
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| Sorrow
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| Untangled in
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| Solace
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| Entangled in
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| Sorrow
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| Untangled in
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| Solace
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| If I wait, will you still be there?
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| (Recursive err-) |