going through the motions with the sound turned down
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trying to stand up with your hands bound
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running in place wearing blindfolds
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and you're never contemplating what the mind holds
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it tears me appart
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this vengeant heart thrists fir love lived through art
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both sides of the sword splintered
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i'd walk for miles to taste your smile
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these eyes see through denial
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turn of a dial static sings
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blue gray green
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i can feel her eyes on me
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Hands Bound
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