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A rough mix getting closer to this greed,
I’ve been waiting for a new day to shine.
It seems to be colder now,
This rough mix’s tearing me down.
And I don’t know if you or me, who’s the prize?
Are those blurry spots before my eyes?
Well, I don't mind if someone breathes or dies.
The worst is yet to come,
And, dear, I’m not giving up.
I don't care ‘bout Freud,
And the day is without form, and void.
Right here, right now, let’s make it fast,
It feels confusing and hypnotizing.
Are those blurry spots before my eyes?
Well, I don’t mind if someone breathes or dies,
I don’t mind if someone breathes or dies.
Rough mix getting closer without form.
So let me know when you feel right, broken skies.
Wrecked, scared and sublime,
Or sing alone this unspoken lullaby.
Well, I don't mind if someone breathes or dies.
Right here, right now, let’s make it fast.
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