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Oxygen

1 Marked

2 Trying to run you down

3 The truth

4 Stroke

5 Oxygen

6 Turn the light

7 Unfolding

8 Wrong me

9 Off balance

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MARKED

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How can a man

so be led by his hand

that is drawn towards money?

How can it be solidarity

like it used to be

is now uncanny?

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I avoid the once familiar eyes

of a newborn stranger

Wash your hands, deny

anything’s wrong,

How stupid do you think I am?

No, no, no…

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Not everybody may see

but the rot has set in

And in the hidden picture

the image shows the sin

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Now I suffer and

bear the scars

but inside it’s calm and bright

and the mark is

on your forehead

man this can’t be right

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OFF BALANCE

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Impossible what you are asking

Drew me out of my comfort zone

On the other side of the ocean

Life goes on and on

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And the faint

“I don’t know" 's in my head

Give me time to believe

you are dead

And I wonder

did I come of age?

Do I turn the page?

Do I, do I, do I?

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How I doubt myself,

put one foot in front of the other

I’d like to catch you off balance

But I needn’t bother

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