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167 lines
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I. Someone Like Him
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I never wanted to become someone like him so secure
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Content to live each day just like the last
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I was sure I knew that
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This was not for me
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And I wanted so much more
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Far beyond what I could see
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So I swore that I'd
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Never be someone like him
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So many years have passed
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Since I proclaimed
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My independence
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My mission
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My aim
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And my vision
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So secure
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Content to live each day like it's my last
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It's wonderful to know
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That I could be
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Something more than what I dreamed
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Far beyond what I could see
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Still I swear that I'm
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Missing out this time
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As far as I could tell
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There's nothing more I need
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But still I ask myself
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Could this be everything
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Then all I swore
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That I would never be was now
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So suddenly
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The only thing
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I wanted
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To become
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To be someone just like him
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II. Medicate (Awakening)
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A Doctor sitting next to me
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He asks me how I feel
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Not sure I understand his questioning
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He says I've been away a while
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But thinks he has cured me
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From a state of catatonic sleep
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For 30 years
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Where have I been
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Eyes open
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But not getting through to me
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Medicate me
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Infiltrate me
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Side effects appear
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As my conscience slips away
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Medicate me
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Science failing
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Conscience fading fast
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Can't you stop what's happening
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A higher dosage she prescribes
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But there's no guarantee
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I feel it starting to take over me
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I tell him not to be ashamed
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There's no one who's to blame
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A second shot
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A brief awakening
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I feel the relapse
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Can't break free
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Eyes open
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But not getting through to me
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Medicate me
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Infiltrate me
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Side effects appear
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As my conscience slips away
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Medicate me
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Science failing
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Conscience fading fast
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Can't you stop what's happening
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III. Full Circle
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Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper diem's ready
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Jack the Ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper's ready
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Lucy in the sky with Diamond Dave's not here I come to save the
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Day for Nightmare Cinema show me the way to get back home again
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(Running forward, falling back)
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Spinning round and round
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(Looking outward, reaching in)
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Scream without a sound
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(Leaning over, crawling up)
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Stumbling all around
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(Losing my place, only to)
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Find I've come full circle
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Flying off the handle with careful with
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That axe Eugene Gene the dance machine
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Messiah light my fire gabba gabba
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Hey hey my my generation's home again
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(Running forward, falling back)
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Spinning round and round
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(Looking outward, reaching in)
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Scream without a sound
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(Leaning over, crawling up)
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Stumbling all around
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(Losing my place, only to)
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Find I've come full circle
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IV. Intervals
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Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath
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Remove all obstacles from our path
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Asking questions
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Search for clues
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The answer's been right in front of you
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Try to break through
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Long to connect
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Fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath
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Loyalty, trust, faith and desire
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Carries love through each darkest fire
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Tortured insanity
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A smothering hell
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Try to escape but to no avail
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The calls of admirers
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Who claim they adore
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Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more
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Innocent victims of merciless crimes
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Fall prey to some madman's impulsive designs
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Step after step
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We try controlling our fate
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When we finally start living it has become too late
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Trapped inside this Octavarium
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Trapped inside this Octavarium
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Trapped inside this Octavarium
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Trapped inside this Octavarium
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V. Razor's Edge
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We move in circles
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Balanced all the while
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On a gleaming razor's edge
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A perfect sphere
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Colliding with our fate
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This story ends where it began
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________________
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Name Octavarium
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Artist Dream Theater
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Album Octavarium
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