| They’ve gone out, lost their meaning
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| Don’t function anymore
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| Let’s, let’s, let’s get unconscious honey
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| Let’s get unconscious honey
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| Today is the last day that I’m using words
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| They’ve gone out, lost their meaning
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| Don’t function anymore
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| Traveling, leaving logic and reason
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| Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness
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| Traveling, leaving logic and reason
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| Traveling, to the arms of unconsciousness
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| Chorus:
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| Let’s get unconscious honey
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| Let’s get unconscious
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| Let’s get unconscious honey
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| Let’s get unconscious
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| Words are useless, especically sentences
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| They don’t stand for anything
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| How could they explain how I feel
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| Traveling, traveling, I’m traveling
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| Traveling, traveling, leaving logic and reason
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| Traveling, traveling, I’m gonna relax
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| Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness
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| (chorus)
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| And inside we’re all still wet
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| Longing and yearning
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| How can I explain how I feel?
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| (chorus)
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| Traveling, traveling (repeat twice)
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| Traveling, traveling, in the arms of unconsciousness
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| And all that you’ve ever learned
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| Try to forget
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| I’ll never explain again |