| It seems like I’ve been here before
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| I maybe have but can’t be sure
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| If I could only find a door
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| I’d leave this place come back no more
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| Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
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| Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
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| Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
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| Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| In the desolation of a lonely desert
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| We slip through the glass of time
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| This barren wasteland is my home
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| A prison I am left to roam
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| With a mouth as dry as bone
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| I’m calling out, I’m all alone
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| Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
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| Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
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| Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
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| Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| In the desolation of a lonely desert
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| We slip through the glass of time
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| Looking to the sky, hoping for the rain
|
| Looking for the high, hiding from the pain
|
| Underneath the sun, flying in the heat
|
| Waiting for the burn, burning at my feet
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| In the desolation of a lonely desert
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| In the desolation of a lonely desert
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| We’re all grains of sand
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| We slip through the glass of time
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| Slip through the glass of time
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| We slip through the glass of time
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| Slip through the glass of time |