| It doesn’t make a sound
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| Ripping through the pages of another time
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| And sometimes it’s hard enough creating versions in my mind
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| Like an engine hitting failure
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| Broken down from the night before
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| If there’s a chance to get it right, one thing worth waiting for
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| Like where I’ve been before
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| Kept out of sight but not out of life
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| Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties and rhymes
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| So just let me go
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| And form all the lives I never could
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| When it evens out in time will we be satisfied?
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| They should’ve been ashamed
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| Reaching back for the life we left behind
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| If there’s a function or release why can’t I find the time?
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| Just a passing observation
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| Without a trace of banality
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| If there’s a low road to surrender can it just be me?
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| Like where I’ve been before
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| Kept out of sight but not out of life
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| Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties and rhymes
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| So just let me go
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| And form all the lives I never could
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| When it evens out in time will we be satisfied?
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| So pacified
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| Like life was fair
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| Kept out of sight left with all despair
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| Like where I’ve been before
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| Kept out of sight but not out of life
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| Still swept aside and shackled by these penalties & rhymes
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| So just let me go
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| And form all the lives I never could
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| When it evens out in time will we be satisfied? |