Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away
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And now there¡¯s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away
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And all the voices ricochet ? our conversation disappears
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In recrimination ? voices ricochet ? they¡¯re just
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Words in the distance, like birds inside my head, and
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The water runs red ? you¡¯re a
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Stone on the windscreen, you shatter the world ahead
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Voices ricochet ? you can picture a big ¡®thirteen¡¯, try to extinguish me
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Relinquish me from the damage
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It¡¯s only mortality¡¦
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It¡¯s the echoes of carnage
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Now the view is all tarnished ? the rest is just wreckage
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The sky¡¯s a varnish, furnished with thoughts of flight
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And the pain still visible in light and sound and sight
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Dismiss the sky ? voices ricochet
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Grip is precarious
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There¡¯s various ways the path of truth can bury us
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Too many variables, too much chit-chat
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Too much of this and that
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Too much zig-zag, yin yang, yak yak
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I¡¯m all right, Jack, pull up the plank, I¡¯m aboard
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Fall on your sword ? a humming repetitive
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Feels like a sedative, nerves are the last to decay
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Don¡¯t worry, it¡¯ll fade away
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Voices ricochet ? our conversation disappears
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In recrimination ? voices ricochet ? they¡¯re just
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Words in the distance, like birds inside my head
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And all the manacles that bind, the pinnacles you climb
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To the background of a cynical ¡®who¡¯ and ¡®what¡¯ and ¡®why¡¯
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And ¡®why not?¡¯ ¡®Scuse me while I dismiss the sky
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Voices ricochet ? dismiss the sky
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Ricochet
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