| I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fragments that you walk on
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| Craving for a little peace of mind
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| And I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fight the tears and walk on
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| Damage is what you and I will find
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| Faster then pain
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| I’ll get you out of here
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| And you won’t be back again
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| All they will find
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| Is a tiny hole
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| Black and beautiful
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| You were the artist but you’re dead
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| And I have no clue
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| Did you worship moon or sun?
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| We tried to kill the pilot, too
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| But we failed
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| And now the pieces live on
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| I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fragments that you walk on
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| Craving for a little peace of mind
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| And I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fight the tears and walk on
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| Damage is what you and I will find
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| I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fragments that you stalk on
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| You’re craving for a little peace of mind
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| And I sense
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| You’re running out of time
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| Fight the tears, don’t walk on
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| Damage is what you and I will find
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| The blast was a mouthful
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| Echo ringing in the head
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| (You were the artist but I
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| Think that you are dead)
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| Faster than pain
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| I am a bullet
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| On my way into your brain |