| An imitation of life approximating the norm
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| But on the edge of the knife — in the eye of the storm
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| My eyes are blinded by life my mouth is burned of the taste
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| My mind is empty of thought, my mind it’s laid to waste
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| It’s gone, it’s laid to waste
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| Nothing is the way that I thought it would be
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| I feel I am approaching the end
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| I touched the void I displaced, sent ripples riding through space
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| Engulfed in all that I was, I long to be with the stars
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| Transcend the world of the sun — my thoughts all fade into one
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| Escape a world full of hate, my body suffocates
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| I can’t breathe, I suffocate
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| Nothing is the way I thought it would be
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| I feel I am approaching the end
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| Exist beyond your mind and you’ll set yourself free
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| I feel I am approaching the end
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| Nothing is the way I thought it would be
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| I feel I am approaching the end
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| Exist beyond your mind and you’ll set yourself free
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| I feel I am approaching the end
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| When all is said and done, one life of hit and run
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| As we transcend that final bend, as we approach the bitter end
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| It’s fate, it’s fate, it’s fate |