Things are moving sideways, they are tracing every step
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It starts a circle, it starts connection
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Not waiting for a net, jumping reckless, set still surveillance some switch, turned on
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Through back doors, back doors, through back doors
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I thought it was as it seems
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But everyone is alone
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Streetlights in the distance shed light on gravity
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As the traffic moves to the clothes he's seen
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Where the spilling of secrets on the floor
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Cause to question deep in our hearts
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I can hear it calling out to disappear again
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Murexa
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Falling Up |