all of my senses are turning away and all that i touch
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is turning to waste
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i mark indifference in various ways, but all of my senses
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have gone out to play
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my tongue tied and twisted
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my eyes wouldn't blink
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decisions were made for me
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i couldn't think
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tattered old heros where saving my grace but i lost my senses
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but i don't wanna touch, taste, feel
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i don't wanna touch, taste, feel
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i don't wanna touch, taste, feel
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i don't wanna touch, taste, feel
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all gone to waste
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a stanger in my hat or under my skin
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my hair is a welcome mat
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now it begins
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it splits and divides and feeds on itself and i lost my senses
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i don't want your help
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all my pretenses collectively face
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the left hand of decency patiently waits through an unbarable
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show of restraint
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my ears won't play
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my eyes couldn't paint
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my tongue tied and twisted
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my eye couldn't blink
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decisions were made for me
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i couldn't think
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thought my friends were just saving my place
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but i lost my sense and i lost my friends
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Lost My Senses
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| Self |
