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