Falling across forgotten landscapes
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Transcending all time and space
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Well I've read from this book before but through different lips
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Turned by different fingertips
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I never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again
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Rise up and over and collapsing in
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MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
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Dying and rotting away
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To wake up and start a brand new day
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Like a bottle brought back then thrown away
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My soul's in the process in the cycle of change
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MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE
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I've learned these lessons before but I'll be damned
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I have forgotten them
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I've read from this book before
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Redemption
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