It washes me, my shelter slides away.
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No subtlety.
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Do you feel like your another?
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It filters me, and the colour drains.
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Erasing me.
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Do you realise your another?
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Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
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I feel so weighed down.
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Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.
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Do you feel like everybody else?
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Nothing special, nothing sacred.
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Do you see how your just another?
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Here I am like all before, your all the same to me.
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I feel so weighed down.
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Even if I could fly above, it's all the same.
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Descend to the fire,
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descend to the choir,
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descend to the mire.
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Dead seeds are sewn.
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Here I am just like before, it's all the same to me.
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I feel so weighed down.
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Even if I could rise above, it's all the same.
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