| I lost myself into the night
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| And I flew higher
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| Than I had ever
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| But I still felt small
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| I clipped my wings and fell from flight
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| To open water
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| And floated farther
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| Away from myself
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| And I swam in the wakes of imposters
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| Just to feel what it’s like to pretend
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| There’s no dreams in the waves only monsters
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| And the monsters are my only friends
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| They’re all that I was
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| And never could be
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| Eyes in the dead still water
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| Tried but it pushed back harder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming
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| Knives in the backs of martyrs
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| Lives in the burning fodder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming
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| You found me drifted out to sea
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| It’s automatic
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| It’s telepathic
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| You always knew me
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| And you laugh as I search for a harbor
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| As you point where your halo had been
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| But the light in your eyes has been squandered
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| There’s no angel in you in the end
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| And all that I was
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| I’ve left behind me
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| Eyes in the dead still water
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| Tried but it pushed back harder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming
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| Knives in the backs of martyrs
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| Lives in the burning fodder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming
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| Now I wait
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| This metamorphosis
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| All that is left is the change
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| Selfish fate
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| I think you made me this
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| Under the water I wait
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| Eyes in the dead still water
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| Tried but it pushed back harder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming
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| Knives in the backs of martyrs
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| Lives in the burning fodder
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| Cauterized and atrophied
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| This is my unbecoming |