There's a thickness
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Rolling into thoughts of grey
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and you don't know what
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you're use to
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Restless thoughts now
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Sleep them off now
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Make sure the trouble's gone
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or else you're gonna find out
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Dreams are getting truly oh
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They're never gonna be revoked
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From the center of what's factual
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The room fills up with something cold
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Oh tell me what I'm lost in, lost in, lost in
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Never kind of warning
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(look around there's something more)
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Tell me what I'm lost in, lost in, lost in
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Never felt a feeling
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(look around there's something more)
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See your hands squeeze
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While my lungs breathe
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Keep the gaze on what has made
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my heart freeze
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Hands on your chest
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Feel it pressing
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Never understood why it kept progressing
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Dreams are getting truly oh
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They're never gonna be revoked
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From the center of what's factual
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The room fills up with something cold
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Oh tell me what I'm lost in, lost in, lost in
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Never kind of warning
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(look around there's something more)
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Tell me what I'm lost in, lost in, lost in
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Never felt a feeling
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(look around there's something more) [X2]
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The Further
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| The Colourist |
