| There’s a vessel and it’s sinking at sea
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| An apparition that’s beckoning me
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| As the cold, dark night brings on the sweat, I slowly drift away
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| Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind
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| What are we running from?
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| There’s a distant sound of a melody
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| Release me from this plane
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| A life to live; |
| a sedative under the skin
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| Bury it, carry the cure
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| Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow
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| Step out from the moonlight like it’s a game we play
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| The checkerboard is tainted
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| Drops of red will lead the way
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| Black are their lies. |
| Gold are the tongues of the glorified
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| Command disease of the body and mind
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| Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind
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| What are we running from?
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| There’s a distant sound of a melody
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| Release me from this plane
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| A life to live; |
| a sedative under the skin
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| Bury it, carry the cure
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| Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow
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| A life to live; |
| a sedative
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| A life to live; |
| a sedative under the skin
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| Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow
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| Collecting sanity
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| Simply ready for the life that awaits your lead
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| There’s a distant sound of a melody, and I won’t leave this place |