In the end we tend to think of how it began
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I could never explain
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The picture painted
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And how it made me feel
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Now the ceiling is in motion
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The light centered and overlooked
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You want me to see me disappear? Well so do I.
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Well so do I
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Such a quiet evaporation
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We're nothing but hollow vessels
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In search of what makes us alive
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I never said this was my revolution
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When you looked me in the eye
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Oh, how I've walked this white line
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So many times before
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What a feeble attempt
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Just to feel alive
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This is for you and all your hopeless case
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You never would, you never would
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Leave me in your wish to fail every time
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Every time I try
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Every time you
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Talk about it, talk about it
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At least it makes you feel something
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Inside
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Who have I become?
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Who have I become?
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Oh God, everything, everything
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All around me is crumbling at my feet.
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Everything, everything
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All around me is crumbling at my feet.
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I stare, so delicate and ashamed
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At the shell I've shed myself from
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I stare, so delicate and ashamed
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In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost(This is for you and your hopeless case)
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In the eyes, in the eyes of my ghost(This is for you and your hopeless case)
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Well, I would never look back
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Well, I would never
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Well, I would never look back
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Again
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There Could Be Nothing After This
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| Underoath |
