| I felt the thought compose
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| Shot down to mull it over alone
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| All the things we don’t talk about
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| They play upon my mind
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| I heard your mantra
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| I sung your hymn
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| Spawned in accordance to my programming
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
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| Tiptoeing on a tightrope
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| Caught between realities
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| And what we’re choosing to see
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| In the end will we awake and will we say
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| «Oh what a wild ride
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| Heart, lungs and brain confined inside
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| Such a small and soft shell
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| I felt fear
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| I felt the pull of time»
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| I heard your mantra (I heard your mantra)
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| I sung your hymn (I sung your hymn)
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| Spawned in accordance to my programming
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| Are we a fragment of one collected thing?
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| Do we self destruct every time just to start again?
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
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| Tiptoeing on a tightrope
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| Caught between realities
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| And what we’re choosing to see
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| All the things that we don’t talk about
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
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| We’re shooting through the infinite
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| Trying to forget, to forget
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| All the things that we don’t talk about |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Things That We Don't Talk About, artist - Press To Meco. Album song Here's to the Fatigue, in the genre Иностранный рок