| Woke up in the sevens
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| A strange last night
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| My thoughts are furious, in the thousands tonight
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| Keep your head down, keep yours
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| And rewrite tonight
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| Woke up in the sevens
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| A strange last night
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| You are a recluse, you always were
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| I’m a recluse, I always was
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| You are a recluse, we always were
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| Primal, in fact we fall in time
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| Plenty, it finds
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| To the wall
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| To the wall
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| And c’mon
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| And pretend we don’t see this armor, before
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| Plenty, it finds
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| To the wall
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| To the wall
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| And c’mon
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| And pretend we don’t see this armor, before
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| Why are we too blind to see that ours souls are made of gold? |