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Lyrics: Stereomud. Perfect Self. What.

Within this hour he'll be higher
Maybe more than he has ever been
Won't be his last time
He lights the fire to pretend
This is something that will never end
Too tired to wait for tomorrow

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day

He hides in shadows from his silence
In the dark he fools himself again
Won't be his last time
He faces nothing that's his comfort in a place
That he has always been
When he comes down he can't remember

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day

Say when
Say when
Say when
Say when
Say when
Say when

Time
He wants some
Time
He needs some
Time

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day

What?
What takes him away?
Gives him breath to say
What?
Not a thing
Just a lesson for another day