Quiet
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It's 4 AM
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I was
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Sound asleep
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Trying
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To hunt the sheep
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There is a choice
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Within a voice
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Lurking somewhere between
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Hidden parts
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And facial scars
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And remnants of the deepest needs
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I am convinced
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In sleeplessness
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That we need some source of rest
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Following
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With frequency
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Won't become a place to lay our heads
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I've searched
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And tried
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And tumbled in the midst
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I've swallowed pride
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And nullified
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What's left of innocence
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Reparations
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Won't be made
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We'll set a precedent
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Never too late
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To recreate
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So here's your evidence
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Am I getting through?
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Is this loud enough?
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Any means
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By all extremes
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This feeling follows action
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You can take
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My worst mistakes
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And use them for excuses
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Or you can try
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To realize
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This vessel's by itself is worthless
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The hand, the furnace, the straight face
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The Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face
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Project 86 |