| I see the world in black and grey
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| Broken dreams of a runaway
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| Escape the world to medicate
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| Symptoms gone, but disease remains
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| If the vision dies, will it ever breathe again
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| Oh, I’ve gotta let go of this illusion
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Oh, it’s taking its toll, this pollution
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again
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| I hold the weight of sorrow deep
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| Wide awake, but my mind’s asleep
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| Familiar needle scratches on my skin
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| Like a record warped with ill content
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| If the vision dies, will it ever breathe again
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| Oh, I’ve gotta let go of this illusion
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Oh, it’s taking its toll, this pollution
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again
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| I’ve gotta let go of all of this
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| It’s the end of me, my remedy
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| Oh, I’ve gotta let go of this illusion
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Oh, it’s taking its toll, this pollution
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| This is the end of me, You are my remedy
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again
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| Where You stop is where You’ll start again |