| Air filled with sand lashing in my face
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| I can’t see you fifteen feet away
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| I can hear you somewhere in the distance
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| I have lost you
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| The air is filled with sand
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| Eroding my skin I can smell you in the air I’m breathing
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| I can feel you everytime I’m falling
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| I can taste you
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| You’re the sand I’m eating
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| I can’t kill you
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| The air is filled with sand
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| Eroding my skin
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| All trees cast their leaves when you’re around
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| All colors grow pale, all tones lose their sound
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| Air filled with sand
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| It’s eroding my skin
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| All wheels stop turning
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| Now take the night-bus and begin all over again
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| Some things fade faster than you would believe
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| Some memories sway your thoughts for a while
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| Yet some might be etched into your skull so deeply they’ll never grow pale
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| Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster
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| Don’t want you to see the state I’m in
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| Where do I end, where do you begin?
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| Air filled with sand
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| It’s eroding my skin
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| All wheels stop turning
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| Now take the night-bus and begin all over again
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| Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster
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| I’m on the speed-ramp going faster and faster…
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| Lets stay in bed today
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| The sun ain’t shining anyway
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| Completely knocked out, unable to move
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| Dwelling in daydreams, I’m closer
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| I’m closer to you
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| I enwrap myself in black sheets
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| To match the sky
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| I no longer want to see
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| The bitterness in your eyes
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| You start killing the flies
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| You start killing the flies
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| This is the imperative of devotion:
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| A command to consistent actions
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| To defend our most heartfelt convictions
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| Against attempts of self-protection
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| To cut them down to size of reason
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| What we feel is true
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| I can’t abandon you
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| I lost something forever in you
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| It all breeds only pain though I can’t discard it
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| Can’t rid of myself of you without betraying my heart |