There's something beautiful
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in the reopening of these wounds.
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So i ask you.
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Was it all worthwhile?
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And maybe time has worn this skin
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to a weathered useless shell
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It's so whorthwhile
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It's so wright
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As we run this page begins to tear away
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And we run as out minds sift through reality.
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This page breaks away yes it falls away in particles.
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so we run, so we run
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(so we cultivate what makes us whole)
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and we run, and we run
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(into products that feel tangible)
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As he folds the page (he can't concentrate)
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Can we fold the page?
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HE'S NOT RATIONAL
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AS HIS MIND EXPLODES INTO PATTERS UNTHINKABLE
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So he separated.
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So I relied on something i could hide
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(As you fall away time escapes you,barely hold it down)
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On Memory
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Albert React |