| I can’t remember how I became
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| The one I am or who to blame
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| Can’t recall the visions of my past
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| It all stays the same, I have no rest
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| Living a life that’s so intense
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| Does not give my memories a chance
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| Only when we’re together it feels so safe
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| Peaceful and silent, quiet as a grave
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| Only on these tombstones of my past
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| Is where my inner voices find their rest
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| Can’t silence them on moments that I want
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| For final rest I think we have to bond
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| My thoughts are ascending from the land
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| They find their rest, no reason to descend
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| Looking down on ruins I once left behind
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| Still left untouched for me yet to find
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| Going on, approaching open sea
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| Shimmering of sundown is coming towards me
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| When my body hits the ground
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| Feel the pain, I’ve returned and look around
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| The silence I find myself now in
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| Leads me to the ruins, my own place of sin
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| Only on these ruins of my past
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| Is where the voices found their rest
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| I can remember how I became
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| The one I am, but it stays the same
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| I can recall the visions of my past —
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| In that place… we all find our rest |