| Telling time is hard when it rewinds
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| Painting circles around your crimes
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| What if I told you to die…
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| Would you hate me and burn up inside?
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| No traces, no pictures
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| No sacred glowing scriptures
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| So control your chaos
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| Relax and you can save us
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| Your throne of injust
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| A dirty soul of mistrust
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| It pushes us down
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| Forces us down
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| What if it all came crashing down all around you?
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| How will you save yourself?
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| If you need one more fix to let it lift…
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| Just stop and think, because it’s over
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| So it’s fine if you can’t define
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| All the reasons for losing your mind
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| But if I could turn back the time
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| I would walk and pretend it’s a lie
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| No faces, no voices
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| No pain in vain and choices
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| No control, all chaos
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| A severed screaming circus
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| The time, the pain
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| Forced us to run away
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| What if it all came crashing down all around you?
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| How will you save yourself?
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| If you need one more fix to let it lift…
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| Just stop and think, because it’s over
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| You’re the birthplace of disease
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| Ending all, ending me
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| Forever wrapped in chains
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| What if it all came crashing down all around you?
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| How will you save yourself?
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| If you need one more fix to let it lift…
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| Just stop and think, because it’s over
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| Over…
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| Over…
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| Over… |