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Some fine tunes from nowhere
i rush at the gap
a returning might to
extinguish the light
extreme my eyes open wide and i dive
into a psychosis behind a haze
A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean
some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me
anxious to know why i rummage out lies
i move systematic, out of the light
It's not real
just a drawback i wish to feel
when lies come near
and the time rules what i hear
I locate a place that will mirror my face
and inquire into the mash of myself
there's a wish-wash in my head, a wit in my mind
i don't think that's real, a drawback of time
A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean
some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me
anxious to know why i rummage out lies
i move systematic, out of the light
It's not real
just a drawback i wish to feel
when lies come near
and the time rules what i hear
A headlight on me, i feel ravished and clean
some kind of instinct, impressive, rules me
anxious to know why i rummage out lies
i move systematic, out of the light