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I'm well aware of happiness
And what it takes to get to it
But the simple struggle of survival
Transforms itself into betrayal
Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell
Waiting for the transportation
Between the clock and the bed sheets move inside my head
Colliding with your desparation
Yeah, I'm as guilty as the rest, a man of little consequence
Unable of forgiving himself, still building the bypass in my head
Between the clock and the bed, there's only space and hell
Looking for my intervention
Between the clock and the bed sheets move inside my head
We both felt the implications
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