Focusing myself, finding clues in you and everyone else, we're hearts on a shelf
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Believing that we're saved
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sometimes these things aren't really supposed to work out this way
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What can you say
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when finally there's no time like the moment to shine right through
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I'm starting to understand what they mean when they say this is going to hurt
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I am still laughing at myself suspicious visions blame it all on somebody else cause I can't be held
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Responsible for fate,
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write down these words I can't understand what I create it may be too late
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When finally there's no time like the moment to shine right through
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I'm starting to understand
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What they mean when they say this is going to hurt,
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so if I'm asking the wrong questions
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Could you point me the right way?
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Because what I've been searching for is something real, well defined
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With a Buddhas heart and Nostradamus's thorn in my side
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let the feelings come to light
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In the sound it's our life, we can keep it up all night and day,
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sideways endlessly through and out
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Round and round and round and round
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till finally there's no time like the moment to shine right through
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I'm starting to understand
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what they mean when they say this is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt
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What They Mean When They Say
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