| It felts a lot like we were pacing
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| Like a loss of sanity, among other things
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| Like almost anything, was just a matter of time
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| So much more than four walls encasing
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| That cage before this stage was just a matter of time
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| I remember the way your face lifted
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| When it came to light all the things you might see
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| You and I, we were counting down the days til it kicked in
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| We were ready to leave
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| Freedom found in the feeling of gaining ground when
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| All you’ve known has become so stagnant
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| Eyes forward
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| A road lay out ahead of us
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| An obsession was taking hold
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| Reliant on blind faith
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| Desperate to break the mould
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| The sound of timelines colliding
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| The sight of spirits picking up
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| The synchronised rise and fall of us
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| The guiding light of times gone by
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| Giving way to a different shade
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| A pitch black disease of the mind
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| We picked apart the reasoning
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| Pulling the thread at the seams of this
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| It seemed as though the end was creeping closer
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| We chose to make the most of it
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| If all we had was a chance
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| Strong enough to make this last
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| Long enough to feel something more
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| Defiance will guide us
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| You and I… No longer counting down the days til it kicks in |