| A serpent feeling when you walk
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| And the snow remembers
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| Every step a trail of thought
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| And introspection
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| I can’t sleep today
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| Got feelings but I don’t know how
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| Hard they are to trace
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| A lucid dream a quarry of thoughts
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| For my taking
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| Simple sounds that make up noise
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| A static prison
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| I don’t know the name
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| For feeling this deranged
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| I got to make the right impression
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| This is the moment of our lives
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| I’m going to store it in my mind
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| Bottle your echo for a keepsake
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| Drink voice numb the heartache
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| And our bodies will never be found
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| We’re more beautiful on our own
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| And this is our lifestyle
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| A tempered reason a vanished thought
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| A rescue mission
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| I quicken pace so as not to distort
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| The initial vision
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| How hard it is to learn
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| The meanings and the words
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| I don’t know the name
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| For feeling this deranged
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| I got to make the right impression
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| This is the moment of our lives
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| I’m going to store it in my mind
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| Bottle your echo for a keepsake
|
| Drink voice numb the heartache
|
| And our bodies will never be found
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| We’re more beautiful on our own
|
| And this is our lifestyle
|
| This is the moment of our lives
|
| I’m going to store it in my mind
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| Bottle your echo for a keepsake
|
| Drink voice numb the heartache
|
| And our bodies will never be found
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| Were more beautiful on our own
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| And this is our lifestyle |