Find a piece of land
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A million demands
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And try to make it once again
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A piece of land
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To make it a plan
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Always trying to be one with the making
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Waiting for a statement, how will I know?
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It wasn't my engagement, the scars just grows
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Such a slave and a sucker for observation
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Just let it pass, no questions asked
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Decide and try to find, a step behind
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A shape that will assure you how
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The essence is defined, it takes no disguise
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Don't wanna see yourself in no trouble
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It comes to an end
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With my trust in hand
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Please let me stand
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With all my perception (perception)
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I let myself wait (let myself wait)
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From all the infection (infection)
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That comes in my way
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Like a swarm
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Under pressure, too many times
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I can barely fight it back
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No intentions, no obsessions
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That can change my mind
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Oh, it comes to an end
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With my trust in hand
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Please let me stand
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With all my perception (perception)
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I let myself wait (let myself wait)
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From all the infection (infection)
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That comes in my way
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This is my life and I'm still amazed
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I should have turned and walked all over
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This is my life and I've now prevailed
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And reached my goal
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This is my time 'cause it's all erased
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This is my time and I'm turning to you
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It makes me strive in a conscious way
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But not alone...
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Confusing directions were running my state
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From all the infection that comes in my way
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With all my perception I let myself wait
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Observation Slave
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Soilwork |