We are all comatose. We are overfed and under...undernourished, yearning for something more.
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Never starving yet never quite satisfied. Carnal but without useful flesh or mind. Yeah...
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I am a walking contradiction that's found consistency
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consuming everything, all without producing sustenance.
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In the parallels we struggle... struggle to upkeep, there is a better way for us to be set free.
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From all it is we crave, there must be more to life than to simply stay alive... to simply stay alive.
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We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just let go.
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We are not... we are not the same. We are not... we are not the same. Let go...
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In the tension between devouring want or simple need
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it's clear the only lines between the ones we preserve.
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We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just let go.
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We are not... we are not the same. We are not... we are not the same.
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Let go... We are not the same.
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And in the parallels we struggle to upkeep, there's a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.
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And in the parallels (parallels) we struggle to upkeep (struggle to upkeep), there's a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.
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Parallels
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As I Lay Dying |