| I was feeling nostalgic for the days when
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| My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling
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| I remember the feeling of the muse less existence
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| Of the drunk, bored and listless
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| Endless waiting for something that I knew wasn’t coming
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| And it seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this
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| I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when
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| I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface
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| I was feeling nostalgic for the days when
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| My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling
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| I remember the feeling
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| And it seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this
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| And it seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this borrowed time
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| Seems these days I’m captive in this |