| Your hazy image on the wall, its watching me
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| Here in my mind, I cannot see
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| Drifting off the course, apparently
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| I have no strength to disagree
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| And everyone is filled with chemicals
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| To get some sleep or something else
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| But I don’t want to wake them up again
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| Just let it all pass…
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| I’m not here to find the careless sense anymore
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| I’m not here to try to fit into those worlds that I don’t belong
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| Get it all, then break it
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| How could you sink down so low?
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| This pretty life, you’ve faked it
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| So that you’ll nver be left alon
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| But everything is waste now
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| So tell me why you don’t know
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| This pretty life, a shattered vow
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| And nothing’s left to blow
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| And everyone would try so many things
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| Like angels fly with broken wings
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| Needing so much time to finalize
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| Their self-portrait, mutating lies
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| Sifting through ruins crushed by themselves
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| No leftovers for someday else
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| Seizing all remains as long as they can
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| I’m not here to find the careless sense anymore
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| I’m not here to try to fit into those worlds that I don’t belong
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| And nothings left to blow…
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| Nothings left to blow…
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| Nothing’s left to blow
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| Nothing’s left to blow |