| At times I am living
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| In a made-up scenery
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| Where the whole world is ending
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| But it won’t give up on me
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| I can stop the reel at a particular frame
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| And hold it for a second
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| While I’m trying to let everything in
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| A memory in fragments
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| With too many thoughts in the dark
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| Well I am almost free
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| In a never-ending fall
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| Someday I’ll disappear
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| But tonight I am an open door
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| Keep moving right through me
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| While I’m playing this particular chord
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| Resonating truly
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| I swear my blood is changing
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| Turning into a feral thing
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| But I’m a curios observer
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| Have been tired ever since
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| I can stop the stream at a particular vein
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| Hold it for a second
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| While I’m trying to breathe everything in
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| A memory in fragments
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| With too many thoughts in the dark
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| Well I am almost free
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| In a never-ending fall
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| Someday I was never here
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| But tonight I am an open door
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| Keep moving right through me
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| While I’m playing this particular chord
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| Resonating truly
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| For you
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| Oh you’re trying to live through me
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| While I try to carry on
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| But it’s like an open window
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| With the heating still left on
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| With too many thoughts in the dark
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| Well I am almost free
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| In a never-ending fall
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| Someday I was never here
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| But tonight I am an open door
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| Keep moving right through me
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| While I’m playing this particular chord
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| Resonating truly
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| For you |