| Tied my flashback in thousand frames and
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| Bound the waves in amorphous sand
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| Fed my will with the grains of a broken land
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| For the memories I yearn to rise and stand
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| One-track mind
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| Leaving the frozen pulse of entity
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| Turn the solitary tide
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| We’ll meet again in the place that we used to know
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| Still, you’re my intoxication overall
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| You’re my only drug for the pain
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| And you’re my world in frames
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| I need to turn the stones and carve these letters
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| (High!)
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| Rewinding the years back in the place it all begins
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| This poor acceptance is for me to inhale
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| Angling the stars in the mind stream
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| To make 'em shooting 'til we see
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| The stairs conducting to that fainting edge
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| To the thrones of my silence
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| Abandoned discipline’s steep fences
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| Once it all used to be mine
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| Now it’s set to turn back the time
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| Let my soul refine
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| (The polluted mind, world in frames, we are…)
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| Clarifying distress for a triumphal reaction
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| But my mind is just so closed
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| Redefine before the ray of dawn and we are
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| On the page to a place called home |