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Stay away from this consciousness,
Hunts me down inside, such a rush.
You're talking to a hand cause the face ain't listening.
At night when the king fell, the peasant wore a crown.
The peasant wears a crown.
Stay away from this, that's the cure.
Hunts me down inside, such a rush.
A ceramic face smiled at me in a state of denial,
The poison became the antidote.
You're the antidote.
So far.
When you wake up alone you have to make it on your own, it's too far.
You are asleep in the valley and awake on a mountain.
We are, so far.
So far.
Hunts me down inside, such a rush.
You're talking to a hand cause the face ain't listening.
At night when the king fell, the peasant wore a crown.
The peasant wears a crown.
Stay away from this, that's the cure.
Hunts me down inside, such a rush.
A ceramic face smiled at me in a state of denial,
The poison became the antidote.
You're the antidote.
So far.
When you wake up alone you have to make it on your own, it's too far.
You are asleep in the valley and awake on a mountain.
We are, so far.
So far.
Lyrics submitted by Jawr
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