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You say it's random,
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but it's gotta be linked to something.
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I used to think
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that I was in this echo...
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because every night I would die,
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trying to untie my legs, swim to the surface,
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you know, like, beat my death, and I never did.
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So then I accepted it, all of it.
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My death, the echo...
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And it's still here.
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Well, maybe you could leave a message on the wall.
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And then find someone who kicked the echo. Or maybe...