| Try to imagine
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| The end of eternity
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| Close your eyes and try to imagine
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| Forever
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| (…) at the end
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| (…) the forces that we win
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| (…) for a time
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| (…) valuing our minds
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| (…) at the end
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| (…) the forces that (…)
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| (…) for time
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| (…) valuing our minds
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| It’s just a thousand times defined
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| It’s just an overload
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| Committed silence to an overdose
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| Like it’s something else you could control
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| So if you’re absolutely sure
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| And you know your thoughts are pure
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| I hope and pray I’m not too late
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| I’m not too late
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| I made an effort to define
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| I took a moment to discern
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| I may be melancholy
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| Second calling
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| (…) don’t believe
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| And all the things you hear and say
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| Well just forget them anyway
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| So many lies emerging, slowly merging
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| Converging to align
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| Well You can tell me it’s contrived
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| You can tell me I’m a liar
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| You can try to be (…) to take away my mind
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| But what you can’t begin to see
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| And what you never quite believe
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| Is that were always fighting
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| And always trying
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| To see how we might undermine your needs
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| You’re just a cog in the time machine
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| You’re just a pawn. |
| You’re addicted greed
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| A body sated, a body hated, a body created to give into need
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| And you’re never the same
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| One night I almost believed I died
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| Woke up cause I almost could see the time
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| My self (…) find us
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| Don’t stop to wonder what comes after
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| (…) best to capture the solution
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| Roll back (…) another revolution
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| Case solved again in record time
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| Better resign cause you’re better off than toeing the line
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| Trying to find (…)
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| Living a life that’s something of a compromise
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| My love like a trigger for a crisis
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| (…) memorizes
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| Coming back (…) the whole damn time
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| (…) no surprises
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| Now suffer like a predator, evermore, lie for, die for
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| Never going to try for
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| What do you find so amusing?
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| Well?
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| Well What?
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| My love like a trigger for a crisis
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| Sifting through the wreckage now
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| You think found this (…) debris
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| And then you might have settled down. |
| but
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| But you can’t wait to be free
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| Free
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| Living in a shallow providence
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| Well a vision keeps me pure
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| And its reason for me to redefine that
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| I have never been so sure
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| I’m living with the full decision now
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| (…) like a lover full of lies
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| It’s an accident. |
| It’s a future crime
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| It’s a most important lie
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| My soul is temporary
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| So bright and visionary (…)
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| Revolving, burning up its sun
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| Freefalling, Heaven’s calling
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| One night I almost believed I died
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| One time I buried myself alive
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| That moment (…)
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| Just kiss and wonder what comes after
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| All bets (…) moment
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| Go through the motions like you’re going to atone
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| (…) money is keeping me alive
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| Second guessing all the fucking time
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| (…) suicide
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| Looks like you were driving in a straight line
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| (…) the body is synchronize
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| (…) heaven’s televised
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| I know you are
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| But this could (…)
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| You’re never too fat
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| I know you can’t afford me
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| Better than a little (…), guessing for
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| Lie for, die for, nothing going to try for
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| (…) nothing is over, then you run (…)
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| (…) nothing is over, then you run (…)
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| And you’re thinking that it’s over when your running away
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| Thinking that it’s over cause your running away
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| Running for days cause I don’t what to say
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| (…) Running away because (…)
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| And you’re thinking it’s over and there’s nothing to say
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| Thinking that it’s over cause there’s nothing say
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| Nothing to say because you threw away
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| Because you sent me away
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| Now there’s nothing to say
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| And now you’re thinking it’s over and there’s nothing to say
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| Thinking that it’s over and there’s nothing say
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| Thinking that it’s over
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| Thinking you were sober
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| Praying is it over
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| Sitting and you’re hoping and there’s nothing to say
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| (…) and there’s nothing to say
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| And you’re thinking and you’re hoping there’s nothing to say! |