| Ruthless beauty that blurs the mind
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| Cleanse the dust off my backpack
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| It’s been too long since I travelled far
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| Entering the great bazaar
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| Sellers try to seal a transaction
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| It’s all for sale if the price is right
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| How can I be reliving the feeling?
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| Under every bench there is a bent shadow that gave it all away
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| A gaze of dead end spread upon his face
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| He sits and smiles at foreigners
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| At night the streets turn silent, angels rise from the ashes of the lost
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| Celestine souls
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| Seeds of comfort planted in them all
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| Dancing 'til they break apart with dawn
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| How can I be reliving the feeling?
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| How can I still cope with this all?
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| How long should I keep ignoring the meaning?
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| That knocks on my door
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| How can I be reliving the feeling?
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| How can I still cope with this all?
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| How long should I keep ignoring the meaning?
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| That knocks on my door
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| Sometimes life puts me on my knees
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| And wounds open inside of me
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| Can’t breathe, just want to walk away
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| Reliving that feeling I once had
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| A box full of video tapes
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| Is all that’s left unless I pay the price |