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Slapped
02:59
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Self-imprisoned
Because I care
Told to listen
Told to stare
I can't hear you, ears are closed
You're ignored, You're ignored
I can see reality, but it doesn't see me
Stuck in hell and I can't feel, what the hell is real
Caught in a web that pulled me in
Now I'm dead and I can't pretend
That you were hope and all the rest
Etc, etc, this is the end
Self-imprisoned
Because I care
Told to listen
Told to stare
I can't hear you, ears are closed
You're ignored, You're ignored
I can see reality, but it doesn't see me
Stuck in hell and I can't feel, what the hell is real
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Fell
03:09
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The edge cut me once
Inclined to lean on walls
The floor mediates success
Head marks the falls
Got tripped up
Got turned around
A loss for words
You couldn't hear anyhow
Well spent mistakes
I always get caught
A kiss for good luck?
I thought you had everything
I tried so hard to remove the stain
Now I got it
Paint by numbers
Think the same
Change the scenery
Place a new name
Dig a hole
A good place to be safe
Call it a home
Looks more like a grave
Well spent mistakes
I always get caught
A kiss for good luck?
I thought you had everything
I tried so hard to remove the stain
Now I got it
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Parallel Lines
02:26
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Done it enough times
Drawing lines
Count 'em off
1, 2, 3
A step ahead
Fall behind
Turning circles
A waste of time
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Losing grip on the words once said
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Break and mend, we will do it again
Break and mend, we will do it again
Climbing walls
Fall aground
Build them up
Tear them down
Keeping score?
I predict the end
Chalk it up, man
Hurray, you win
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Losing grip on the words once said
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Break and mend, we will do it again
Break and mend, we will do it again
I'll take the fifth across my back
Keep it up and we might need a new method
Learn to count be fives
Two sets of parallel lines, and the one that crosses.
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Losing grip on the words once said
Slip through fingers, a dying hand
Break and mend, we will do it again
Break and mend, we will do it again
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4. |
Meter
03:14
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(Instrumental)
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