| [I. |
| Someone Like Him]
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| [Instrumental Intro]
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| I never wanted to become someone like him, so secure
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| Content to live each day just like the last
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| I was sure I knew that this was not for me
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| And I wanted so much more
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| Far beyond what I could see
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| So I swore that I'd never be someone like him
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| So many years have passed since I proclaimed
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| My independence, my mission
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| My aim and my vision, so secure
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| Content to live each day like it's my last
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| It's wonderful to know that I could be
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| Something more than what I dreamed
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| Far beyond what I could see
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| Still I swear that I'm missing out this time
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| As far as I could tell, there's nothing more I need
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| But still I ask myself, could this be everything?
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| Then all I swore, that I would never be was now
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| So suddenly, the only thing, I wanted to become
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| To be someone just like him
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| [II. |
| Medicate (Awakening)]
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| A doctor sitting next to me
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| He asks me how I feel
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| Not sure I understand his questioning
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| He says I've been away a while
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| But thinks he has cured me
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| From a state of catatonic sleep
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| For 30 years, where have I been?
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| Eyes open, but not getting through to me
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| Medicate me, infiltrate me
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| Side effects appear as my conscience slips away
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| Medicate me, science failing
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| Conscience fading fast, can't you stop what's happening?
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| A higher dosage he prescribes
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| But there's no guarantee
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| I feel it starting to take over me
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| I tell him not to be ashamed
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| There's no one who's to blame
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| A second shot, a brief awakening
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| I feel the relapse, can't break free
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| Eyes open, but not getting through to me
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| Medicate me, infiltrate me
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| Side effects appear, as my conscience slips away
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| Medicate me, science failing
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| Conscience fading fast, can't you stop what's happening?
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| [III. |
| Full Circle]
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| Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper diem's ready
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| Jack the ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper's ready
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| Lucy in the sky with diamond Dave's not here I come to save the
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| Day for nightmare cinema show me the way to get back home again
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| (Running forward, falling back) Spinning round and round
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| (Looking outward, reaching in) Scream without a sound
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| (Leaning over, crawling up) Stumbling all around
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| (Losing my place, only to) Find I've come full circle
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| Flying off the handle be careful with
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| That axe Eugene gene the dance machine
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| Messiah light my fire gabba gabba
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| Hey hey my my generation's home again
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| (Running forward, falling back) Spinning round and round
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| (Looking outward, reaching in) Scream without a sound
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| (Leaning over, crawling up) Stumbling all around
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| (Losing my place, only to) Find I've come full circle
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| [Guitar Solo]
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| [IV. |
| Intervals]
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| Root, our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath
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| Remove all obstacles from our path
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| Second, asking questions, search for clues
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| The answer's been right in front of you
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| Third, try to break through, long to connect
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| Fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath
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| Fourth, loyalty, trust, faith and desire
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| Carries love through each darkest fire
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| Fifth, tortured Insanity, a smothering hell
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| Try to escape but no avail
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| Sixth, the calls of admirers who claim they adore
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| Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more
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| Seventh, innocent victims of merciless crimes
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| Fall prey to some madmen's impulsive designs
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| Octave, step after step, we try controlling our fate
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| When we finally start living it has become too late
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| Trapped inside this Octavarium!
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| Trapped inside this Octavarium!
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| Trapped inside this Octavarium!
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| Trapped inside this Octavarium!
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| [V. |
| Razor's Edge]
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| We move in circles
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| Balanced all the while
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| On a gleaming razor's edge
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| A perfect sphere colliding with our fate
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| This story ends where it began
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| [Instrumental Outro] |