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A stretch of lonely shore
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An open door
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A mystery about to break
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Am I the catalyst
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An analyst would send me somewhere
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But it´s hard to know
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If I would have the nerv to go
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If I know anything they´re following
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I feel them breathing in my ear
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Hunting a wild seed the trail will lead
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Right into thin air
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It´s an accident
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Nothing left for the man to find
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No escaping my poor mind
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I´m running out of time
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Amnesia will clear my mind
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Make me go carefully-step by step
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But I can´t forget
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Cause I feel so far behind
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Amnesia will clear my mind
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Make me an open book-look by look
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But I can´t escape
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And I don´t know how to end it
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Forget diplomacy-conspiracy
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Intrigue is sealing every crack
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What was mechanical is natural
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But going backward
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It´s an accident
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Nothing left for the man to find
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No escaping my poor mind
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I´m running out of time
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Amnesia will clear my mind
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Make me go carefully-step by step
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But I can´t forget
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Cause I feel so far behind
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Amnesia will clear my mind
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Make me an open book-look by look
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But I can´t escape
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And I don´t know how to end it...
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Amnesia
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| Bob Siebenberg |
