No time to register the words you say
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As I am stepping over you
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It's a sad state of affairs
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I don't even pretend I'm not aware and turned cold
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Walk away
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Untouched
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I can't relate to anyone
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Try to be a humble man
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A better son, a better friend
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But life gets in the way
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No time to register the shame I feel
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As I try not to notice you
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It's a sad state of affairs
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To ignore this wrongness everywhere
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It's the way we silence our senses
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A way to smother the impulse
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Suffocate the senses
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Suffocate the impulse
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We bury pain and tramp the dirt down
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Walk Away
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| Epidemic |
