| When you’re stuck just drifting in between
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| Empty thoughts and troubled dreams
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| And our lives full with complexities
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| So you’re left suspended next to sleep
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| And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind
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| But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave, behind
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| As you toe the line you think you see
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| Fragments of your destiny
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| And it feels like purgatory
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| And you’re balanced in between
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| Behind us lives we’ve broken the masses they have spoken: it’s on our hands
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| No matter how you try to better yourself, it’s tearing up your heart,
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| tearing you apart…
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| And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind
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| But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave…
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| And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind
|
| But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave…
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| When you’re stuck just drifting in between
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| Empty thoughts and troubled dreams
|
| And our lives full with complexities
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| So you’re left suspended next to sleep |