| Right then my blood was the sunrise
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| My soul, the imminent threat
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| Jaded by nightmares and nothing but tragedy
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| Declarations of utter distress
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| I will love you but so will the scapegoat
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| When there’s nothing more left to regret
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| What I feel as I wade through the ashes
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| Is so much more now, how could I forget?
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| My senses flow on repeat (I feel alive)
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| The essence burns when I feel (Feel)
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| The sky reflects in my hands
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| You took my world 'cause you can
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| Is it just me or is it the light?
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| Oh read me, you dust-ridden seer
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| And prepare for the night, oh
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| It is never too late
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| Now released from the cage
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| But still stuck in a dream
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| Bleeding through all the seams
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| All my inner redemption
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| Was all captured and carried away
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| Needing closure but yet stuck on repeat
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| Speeding through deserts, burned by the heat
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| Time will show if I’m fit for the breakdown
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| Merging the images with all your words
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| Everything’s falling but I seem to be floating
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| Quenching my thirst from the deepest of wells
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| My senses flow on repeat (I feel alive)
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| The essence burns when I feel
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| The sky reflects in my hands
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| You took my world 'cause you can
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| Is it just me or is it the light?
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| Oh read me, you dust-ridden seer
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| And prepare for the night, oh
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| It is never too late
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| Now released from the cage
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| But still stuck in a dream, oh
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| Bleeding through all the seams |