| Think I miss them
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| Cordless phone, the radio
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| Think you know, until you don’t
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| Sick of spinning
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| In and out, caught up again
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| Missing in action, going out just to feel again
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| And around we go
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| And around we go
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| Losing all we know
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| Fading into the unknown
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| And around we go
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| And around we go
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| Losing all we know
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| Fading into the unknown
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| I cheated death when I started this rhyme
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| Suicidal lines are heavy on my mind
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| Disintegrating into time & space
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| I close my eyes
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| To face the darkest parts of me
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| And feel my heart beating on my chest
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| This is my 7th life and 8th death
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| Up and down the 10 steps, round and round it goes
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| Filling in the holes, sometimes this life blows
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| Light shows in the nightlife, Reflecting the state of my soul
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| Letting it go, it’s hard to handle
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| Discuss and dismantle, put a fire to a candle
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| For the life my words hand you
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| Plans the rhymes give you
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| The vibe is instrumental
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| Every line that I’ve been through, to exchange it with your mental
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| Text not a pencil
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| Picture without a stencil
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| Digital spirit hit you, stimulating your temples
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| Purifying the temple, living the way we meant to
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| Offering the official
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| And around we go
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| And around we go
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| Losing all we know
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| Fading into the unknown
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| And around we go
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| And around we go
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| Losing all we know
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| Fading into the unknown
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| Intuition
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| I’m giving in, I’m over it
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| Listening, blowing out, breathing in
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| Sick of living
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| I saw the light and thought of you
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| Left alone, when all we know is all we knew |