| Time can push you down
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| Can bind your wrists and make you slave
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| To a fallen day and in the mind
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| Pushed by the time
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| Your head can fold in on itself
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| Implode a neural supernova blinding eyes
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| Can you read between the lines
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| See thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize
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| The crowd with magic tricks
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| Your slight of hand it makes me sick
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| Too late to read whats in the eyes
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| Too late to realize you’ve dealt your hand
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| Now its fate the road you hates the one
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| You’ve got to take
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Thoughts that bleed and stab her
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| Mr cloak and dagger
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Time can bring it out
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| Or push it way back in your mind
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| Where you’ll never find and by and by
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| You rewrite the way things used to be
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| And how they seem like fairy tales in hidden dreams
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| Can you read between the lines
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| See thoughts hypnotize and mesmerize
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| The crowd with magic tricks
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| Your slight of hand it makes me sick
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| Too late to read whats in the eyes
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| Too late to realize you’ve dealt your hand
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| Now its fate the road you hates the one
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| You’ve got to take
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Thoughts that bleed and stab her
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| Mr cloak and dagger
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older
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| Thoughts that bleed and stab her
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| Mr cloak and dagger
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| Tell you when your older
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| Tell you when your older |