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Take what you've got, Take comfort in that everything you know, Or seen will soon be a nonexistent dot. Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving? An illusion or delusion of grandeur. Half of what I say is bliss, The other half is meaningless: Comefortable lines. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Lost and found, But never touched. Another beating heart is lost: Interesting lies. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Alone in our rooms, Miserable, A tornado or an owl, Come back and isolate the balance. Nothing is real; Your heart on your sleeve, Just another lie, Transcend the pride, Oh the chemicals. Half of what I say is bliss, The other half is meaningless: Comefortable lines. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Lost and found, But never touched. Another beating heart is lost: Interesting lies. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Take your time, Nothingness is something and something is nothing. Half of what I say is bliss, The other half is meaningless: Comefortable lines. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Lost and found, But never touched. Another beating heart is lost: Interesting lies. Waiting for the clock to heal us. Yeah, ohhh |