| For a thousand days I watched the vultures circle overhead
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| And I counted the ways the world would be blessed when I finally reached my end
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| And I felt the weight of the world pushing me into the soil below
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| And I felt the desert sun above, while I tried to drink water from a stone
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| But I’m not ready to die alone
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| So can you wake me from my sleep
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| And show me now that this is just a dream?
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| 'Cause I’m a whisper, once a scream
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| And I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
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| Becoming obsolete
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| Become obsolete
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| Become obsolete
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| Another frozen frame, another glitch inside my consciousness
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| So I pick my poison and just choke it down until I start to spin
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| And while the world just slowly turns, I fade like fog into the sea
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| While the mighty galleon burns around me, I slowly start to sink
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| Maybe I’m not ready to be set free
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| Maybe these shackles are what I need
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| If you find the answers, come rescue me
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| But I can’t hold my breath
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| So can you wake me from my sleep
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| And show me now that this is just a dream?
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| 'Cause I’m a whisper, once a scream
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| And I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
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| Becoming obsolete
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| So can you wake me from my sleep
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| And show me now that this is just a dream?
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| 'Cause I’m a whisper, once a scream
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| And I’m afraid of what’s in store for me
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| Becoming obsolete
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| Become obsolete
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| Become obsolete
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| Become obsolete
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| Become obsolete |