| Cut your ties
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| From this sorry life
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| I want to watch it all burn
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| These dreams are not a point in time
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| They’re so much more than what these words describe
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| Is there a way to feel a world that is more permanent
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| So I can learn from it?
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| I know that sleeping brings me closer
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| Every day it’s the same turn of fate that escapes from us
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| Are you aware that they’re signalling every move we make?
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| Turn around and you’re gone
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| It’s a sign that I’m waking up
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| Where do I go?
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| Where do I go from here?
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| Where do you go when I awake?
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| The freedom of not trusting in my senses is torn away
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| I want to stay in one place
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| I’m sick of it; |
| this constant shift between each plane
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| But still the fact remains:
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| I feel you come and go
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| From deep within my mind
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| Come back to us
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| Is there a way to feel a world that is more permanent
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| So I can learn from it?
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| I know that wasting words won’t bring you back to us
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| The air makes me choke
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| I know that death will bring us closer
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| Every day it’s the same turn of fate that escapes from us
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| Are you aware that they’re signalling every move we make?
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| Turn around and you’re gone
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| It’s a sign that I’m waking up
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| Where do I go?
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| Where do I go from here?
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| Every day it’s the same turn of fate that escapes from us
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| Are you aware that they’re signalling every move we make?
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| Turn around and you’re gone
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| It’s a sign that I’m waking up
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| Where do I go?
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| Where do I go from here?
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| Keep me from the world
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| I’ve been there before
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| A thousand eyes will pull me under
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| Keep me from the world |