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Artificial polygonal links on a chain
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generated by the computer in my brain
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everyday the men in the white coats come in here
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they wanna check up on the wires in my ears
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And my past is lookin gray
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getting hazier everyday
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History is going down
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My history is going down
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When i find god in a pale plastic eggshell
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will i say can i join you i don’t wanna go to hell
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when i’m alone on the furthest sandy playground
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will i say hey yeah it’s ok i’m stronger pound for pound
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when i look at how i've grown
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i rely on what i know and what i've grown to love
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what goes around comes around and regret is what i’ve found
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well, paths not taken, chances forsaken, when will i awaken
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i’ll tear it down, i’ll tear it down from this world i must escape
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and all these choices that it forces me to make
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regret has got me down
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my regret has got me
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Regret
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