There's really nothing here to see.
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Even darkness glows if you compare to what's inside.
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So hold your horses for a while.
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I see a light, the other side.
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PINCH ME, PINCH ME. I MUST BE DREAMING.
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A cry for help, but no reply.
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Just an echo repeating itself all over again.
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It withers and it fades away, and falls into oblivion.
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PINCH ME, PINCH ME. I MUST BE DREAMING.
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Vacuum fills the empty space inside your head,
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and replaces what's left to use.
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When wisdom rears its ugly face, you're far away.
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You're not even close.
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PINCH ME, PINCH ME. I MUST BE DREAMING.
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Vacuum
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| Adhesive |
