| Lyrics | % Correct |
|---|---|
| But why should I {care}? | 89%
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| At the core, I've {forgotten} | 84%
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| From the {top} to the {bottom} | 84%
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| In the middle of my {thoughts} | 84%
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| Taken far from my {safety} | 84%
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| The {memory} won't escape me | 84%
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| The {picture}'s there | 84%
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| There's a place so {dark}, you can't see the end | 84%
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| {Bottom} to {top}, I stop | 79%
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| The darkness holding me {tightly} | 79%
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| Until {the} {sun} rises up | 79%
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| Forcefully, the {power} of suggestion | 74%
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| In the memory, you'll {find} {me} | 74%
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| (Skies cock back) And shock that which {can}'{t} {defend} | 68%
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| Tellin' you that I see it {right} {through} you | 68%
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| And pours over the rusted world of {pretend} | 63%
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| A small spot of {light} floods the floor | 63%
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| Eyes {burning} up | 63%
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| Floats down on the street 'til the {wind} is gone | 63%
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| Movin' all around, screamin' of the {ups} and {downs} | 63%
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| Now you got me caught {in} {the} {act}, you bring the thought back | 63%
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| And the memory {now} is like the picture was {then} | 53%
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| Behind street lamps, chain-link, and {concrete} | 53%
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| Pollution manifested in {perpetual} sound | 53%
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| Then with the eyes shut, lookin' through the {rust} and {rot} and {dust} | 53%
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| The rain then sends dripping {acidic} {questions} | 53%
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| When the paper's crumpled up, it can't be {perfect} again | 53%
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| A little {piece} {of} {paper} with a picture drawn | 47%
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| The {wheels} go round and the sunset creeps | 47%
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| And the eyes {ease} {open}, and it's dark again | 42%
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