| I’m so far removed from my skin, yeah
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| We opened this door
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| A desperate reminder to the hand of the devil
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| Has poisoned us all
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| Finally a part man of something I’ll stay convinced
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| My brain this is who I am. |
| So real
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| My freedom rings like a shot in the dark
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| And when it’s good then it’s gone
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| And this life won’t mean anything to me
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| Speak for this, speak for yourself
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| Back and forth till you lose another
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| Speak for this, speak for yourself
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| Shut your mouth, speak for yourself
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| Yourself
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| I dig so deep to the corners of my mind
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| Where this machine can’t slow us down
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| Yah, this machine. |
| It can’t stop us, now
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| We fill the void with this arly morning high
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| And build this life out of borrowed time
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| We lose
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| What bigger picture, man?
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| Stop saying that shit
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| Cause when it’s good, then it’s gone
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| And this life won’t mean anything to me
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| Speak for this, speak for yourself
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| Back and forth till you lose another
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| Speak for this, speak for yourself
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| Shut your mouth, speak for yourself
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| You’re not the only one
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| But you’ll never be set free
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| And when I can’t reach you
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| It’s the cold in this room
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| That begs for your mercy
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| I can’t miss what’s never there
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| So put my feet back on solid ground
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| And turn this wheel again, and again, and again |