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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 looking 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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Moving all around
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Screaming 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 on down 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 (7x)
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You bring the thought back (7x)
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Telling you that I see it right through you (7x)
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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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