| Is this what it’s like to shed your skin
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| To be reborn?
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| Adrift in a sea of noise
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| Unable to remember what came before
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| The fragments replay but they’re out of place
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| My voice, distant, like a stand-in just out of frame
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| The fragments replay but they’re out of place
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| I would paint you a picture of the sky on fire
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| But the colors escape my mind
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| Finding vibrance in monochrome
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| And life through wires
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| Projections in black and white
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| Projections in black and white
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| Is this what it’s like to feel serene
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| And unaware?
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| Like silhouettes on celluloid
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| We’re timeless but oh so impermanent
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| (Oh, so impermanent)
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| Becoming blurs in the negatives
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| (Oh, so impermanent)
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| But I swear to God that we’re timeless
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| I would paint you a picture of the sky on fire
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| But the colors escape my mind
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| Finding vibrance in monochrome
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| And life through wires
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| Projections in black and white
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| I would paint you a picture of the sky on fire
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| But the colors escape my mind
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| Finding vibrance in monochrome
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| And life through wires
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| Projections in black and white
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| (Projections in black and white
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| I swear to God that we’re timeless) |