| It must have been a few hours ago
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| When a light bulb blew up inside my skull
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| It knocked me for six hours ten
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| I held my breath in an attempt to clear my head
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| From this thought I’ve had
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| There’s no going back
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| It’s already being relayed
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| To my mouth from my brain
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| The signal sparks and cracks
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| From synapse to synapse
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| Now all I do is wait for the calm
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| A flick of the switch and I’ll be living once more
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| The birds, they circle overhead
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| They know what they want but only I know what they’ll get
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| From this thought I’ve had
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| There’s no going back
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| It’s already being relayed
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| To my mouth from my brain
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| The signal sparks and cracks
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| From synapse to synapse
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change
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| There’s a disconnect between our brains
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| These words mean nothing, they’re nothing, so nothing will ever change |