| There is no turning back
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| From all the confines of regret
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| Reminders of that day will haunt you
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| Nights you never slept
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| And every time you separate the body from the mind
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| And look into yourself and see what you’ve left behind
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| It’s something you salvage through and pick the bones
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| It’s something you’ll never stop searching for
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| It’s a self made misery
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| It’s a blatant blasphemy
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| But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us
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| But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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| The farther out you make it
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| Beyond the absolute
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| Onto another level can’t take anything with you
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| So calm for a split second before you
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| Reconnect with the storm
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| It’s something you salvage through and pick the bones
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| It’s something you’ll never stop searching for
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| It’s a self made misery
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| It’s a blatant blasphemy
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| But all we need is a little transcendence to mend us
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| But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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| It’s a self made misery
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| But you write your own history
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| I wanna peel back this layer
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| Reveal my new skin to the open air
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| I feel a cleansing wash over me
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| And I’m finally able to breathe
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| All we need is a little transcendence to mend us
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| But all we have is sedation that numbs all our senses
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| Transcendence to mend us |