| I found a way to slow it down
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| I was twisting all the knobs
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| And grinding gears in to the dust
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| Of smoke that covered up the corridors of time
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| Aiding and abetting an escape
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| I thought was mine and only mine
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| Where no one’s standing guard
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| Or dishing dirt and naming names
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| The past is easier to bend
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| I found a way to slow it down
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| I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve
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| In case the spark recedes
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| I’ll draw a circle around the border and perimeter of time
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| Of motivation and sensation and the walls that I can’t climb
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| I’m standing still and letting go
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| At a speed that I can’t know
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| And I don’t even try to pretend or comprehend
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| That the circle never ends
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| And the circle never ends
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| The circle never ends
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| The line distorts before it bends
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| The fissure never mends
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| The point where it suspends
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| And the circle never ends
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| And the circle never ends
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| The circle never ends
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| The path, it dips and then descends
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| The straightest line deceives, detains
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| Delineates and then extends
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| And the circle never ends |