I've had days of end on end
Where nothing changed cause nothing began
Restless movement in an empty room,
Gathering shadows of a darkened blue
And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again
Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time
Following time, a pattern becomes defined
I had a feeling from end to end
Tried to catch it before it started again
Pushed it away to force a laugh,
But inside I didn't have the breath
And oh-it feels so strange "? when it comes again
But I've got it now,
I've got the rhythm down
Cycles of end on end
But if one wave stops, another begins
End on end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
end on end on end on end on end on end on end on
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