| It isn’t a dream, you only heard yourself
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| The means of your life, create and melt
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| In front of you, beneath closed lids
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| The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits
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| Here sits… here sits… here sits
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| Nirvana calls from behind the wall
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| The wall that you built, with you will fall
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| If not for trust with infected hands
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| The secret shore will come, come to hand
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| Here sits… here sits… here sits
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| Plant your tree of hidden dreams
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| Beneath your fears that burst the seams
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| The consumate growth will break your bones
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| Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone
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| Here sits… here sits… here sits
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| Pluck out the roots of buried truth
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| Ride the bean that passes through
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| The consumate growth will break your bones
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| Become a tree, secure, alone
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| Become a tree, secure, alone
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| Become a tree, secure, alone |