| Temporary, liberation floods the evening sky
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| I never wanted to die, I wanted to come
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| Close enough to survive
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| Connoisseur of the gaping void
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| Widening it seems, in the absence of joy
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| The masochist unmasked
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| No future, no past
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| I guess it’s these things at the end of the day
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| That expose my weakness and show my age
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| The mind was something that I refused to waste
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| Just stop counting the hours of sleep
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| And meals in a day, grow frail and weak
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| I martyred myself alone
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| It echoes through my bones
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| What happens to this, happens to me
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| If it were to burn out young, wild and free
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| It’s not about what I know, but what I believe
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| I believe in good will, I believe in me
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| So sing, smile, dance — fall in love, take a chance
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| Just believe that there is more than this; |
| a much higher plan
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| True duality is governed by this very sound
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| Unblemished clarity is yours and its calling out |