| Don’t take it personally, this is not about you
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| I begin to slide inward and throughout to
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| Shatter the static silencing my mind
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| Find the rhythm and set course to collide
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| Don’t take it personally
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| My hands are disappearing
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| Dissolving in a tear
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| I am not needed here
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| Starting to feel something
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| I think I’m taking off
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| I think I’m feeling something
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| Will I evaporate?
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| Is this me feeling something?
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| I’ve got a bird’s eye view
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| I have shed my skin
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| Look at me now
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| Intra-intrasport
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| Perish to my thought
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| My hand is on the gun
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| It’s intra-intrasport
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| Get to me before
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| My face splashes in the sky
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| I used to dram about killing certain people
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| Drams that sew me up like sleeping with a needle
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| Those feelings that I had are building up to something
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| I feel a schism in the rhythm, now I’m running
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| My hair is liquifying
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| My taste buds are igniting
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| It’s true, I am evolving
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| It’s all relative
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| Starting to feel something
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| I think I’m taking off
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| I think I’m feeling something
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| Will I evaporate?
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| Is this me feeling something?
|
| I’ve got a bird’s eye view
|
| I have shed my skin
|
| Look at me now
|
| Intra-intrasport
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| Perish to my thought
|
| My hand is on the gun
|
| It’s intra-intrasport
|
| Get to me before
|
| My face splashes in the sky
|
| Intra-intrasport
|
| Perish to my thought
|
| My hand is on the gun
|
| It’s intra-intrasport
|
| Get to me before
|
| My face splashes in the sky
|
| Intra-intrasport
|
| Perish to my thought
|
| My hand is on the gun
|
| It’s intra-intrasport
|
| Get to me before
|
| My face splashes in the sky
|
| Intra-intrasport
|
| Perish to my thought
|
| My hand is on the gun
|
| It’s intra-intrasport
|
| Get to me before
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| My face splashes in the sky |