| Breathe and awaken sprain
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| Life’s so bent and frayed
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| There are streaks of wisp and mystique
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| That cut across the space and smile at me
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| What do they think?
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| What do they think about me?
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| Look again!
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| What do they think about me?
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| Now tilt your head back
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| And breathe all the chemicals
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| And let the inhale sweep me up
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| And alter me into a brand new mess
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| And watch me, watch me become less
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| Attention everyone!
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| An imposter is on set!
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| Plagiarizing what once was already simply said
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| There’s a single moment when the eyes, acidic
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| Are constantly broken down
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| I’ll stand up and notice the show (Resist. Return. Regrow.)
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| Rerouting the signals that float (Resist. Return. Regrow.)
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| Rerouting the signals alone (Resist. Return. Regrow.)
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| Rusted in pure daylight
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| Rusted in pure spite
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| There’s a single moment when the eyes, acidic
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| Are constantly broken down
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| There’s more war, there’s more hate
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| But there’s never letting go
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| There’s more war, there’s more hate
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| But you never let that go
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| There’s no one, there’s no way
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| That you’ll ever meet your clone
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| Take this to heart
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| Take this as heartache
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| And say
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| The frequency it kills us all (and saves) |