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can't sleep 32... waking up to find my heart redefined, reassigned realigned to this new kind of time, if i stop i can see that it's taking from me and it's hard to believe that I'll ever be free again, see again, be again.. believe again.. that my heart will ever conceive again, of a place we could be, you and me, plain to see, gonna happen eventually.. 49... like, chopping off my legs to say i could beg when im already dead from the clot in my head, the reaction, the claxon, the fatal attraction, contraction, retraction, no more satisfaction, death to hypocrisy time and and again, quit changing your mind and your luck will depend, on the fortune of fate, filled with love filled with hate, where the pleasure is free and the torture awaits.. 1.29... balances, tables all crafted from fables the tower of babel to climb if youre able, withstand all the weapons with thoughts of the heavens, a new day will beckon the day to be reckoned, it all starts with feelings with thoughts and with dealings, you ought to be healing some dreams for the stealing, find love appealing you soon will be kneeling as loss leaves you reeling, your mind hits the ceiling.. 1.46...slower ..rip yourself into, twisted empathy right through, come in out of the blue as youre hastily subdued, get the answer to the truth, if you have a fuckin clue, of where to seek the light or if thats even what you choose, playout and
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can't sleep 32... waking up to find my heart redefined, reassigned realigned to this new kind of time, if i stop i can see that it's taking from me and it's hard to believe that I'll ever be free again, see again, be again.. believe again.. that my heart will ever conceive again, of a place we could be, you and me, plain to see, gonna happen eventually.. 49... like, chopping off my legs to say i could beg when im already dead from the clot in my head, the reaction, the claxon, the fatal attraction, contraction, retraction, no more satisfaction, death to hypocrisy time and and again, quit changing your mind and your luck will depend, on the fortune of fate, filled with love filled with hate, where the pleasure is free and the torture awaits.. 1.29... balances, tables all crafted from fables the tower of babel to climb if youre able, withstand all the weapons with thoughts of the heavens, a new day will beckon the day to be reckoned, it all starts with feelings with thoughts and with dealings, you ought to be healing some dreams for the stealing, find love appealing you soon will be kneeling as loss leaves you reeling, your mind hits the ceiling.. 1.46...slower ..rip yourself into, twisted empathy right through, come in out of the blue as youre hastily subdued, get the answer to the truth, if you have a fuckin clue, of where to seek the light or if thats even what you choose, playout and