| Why does it feel like you’re comin' on?
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| And why do I feel like it’s never gone?
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| The tendrils of dark, like cerebral knives
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| Cut straight to heart, hyposensitise
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| Perceptions are sharp, «working overtime»
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| Steppin" outside, steppin' outside
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| It’s a timeless dream
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| With a mindless scene
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| Where the Sandstorm drifts
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| As the world turns rifting time
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| In this Hourglass it’s a landslide
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| From the hand you’re dealin'
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| The Tarot reading
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| Is so misleading
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| The cards burn, shift and glide
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| In this Hourglass it’s a landslide
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| The scene is surreal, like a battle won
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| But now I can see, I’ve been overcome
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| You took me apart in the candlelight
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| Dissected my heart while anesthetised
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| And now I’m a slave to your darker side
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| Steppin" outside, steppin' outside
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| It’s a timeless dream
|
| With a mindless scene
|
| Where the Sandstorm drifts
|
| As the world turns rifting time
|
| In this Hourglass it’s a landslide
|
| From the hand you’re dealin'
|
| The Tarot reading
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| Is so misleading
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| The cards burn, shift and glide
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| In this Hourglass it’s a landslide |