Born to the glare of the senses
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Spoon-fed reality infused
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A new inherent -
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passive contentment
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you are so easily amused
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Here and now we
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are gone in a heartbeat
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a dream in the
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passage of time
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chances are fading
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this world isn't waiting
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the moment is passing you by
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Questions lie beneath the surface
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the fools are fooled once again
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Benign coincidence -
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we stole our existence
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and gladly cast it to the wind
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Here and now we
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are gone in a heartbeat
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a dream in the
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passage of time
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chances are fading
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this world isn't waiting
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the moment is passing you by
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Slowly spinning on the wind back home...
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Leave No Trace
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| Anathema |
