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I think you're conforming lies that contort your mind and simplify your eyes
and if it were not the case, it still leaves me drained, and vacant from the gage

you're exempt from the problems that could only come from decisions that were yours
you're exempt from solutions that were lonelier than the problems you ignored

So hang on to your oldest breath, it will become the death of the voice you never heard
It's a kind of collision, that's precision, that is helping to preserve
So hang on to your oldest breath, it will become the death of the voice you never herad
It's a kind of collusion, that's colluding for a broken family world

you're exempt from the problems that could only come from decisions that were yours
you're exempt from solutions that were lonelier than the problems you ignored

Yeah, you were just hypnotized, repeating lines of the lies that you had heard
They tried to put you in a vice, you had to wiggle out, of thoughts of no concern

Yeah, you were just hypnotized, entrenched in times, with curtains on your eyes
Yeah, you were just hypnotized, can't realize, a different kind of time

Story grows old, kept in the folds, of memories
Story repeats, familiar beats, remembering

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