The secret of my complaints
Reflected in the storyline, my friend
It's almost inappropriate
And history repeats itself

I place it in a sentence
I seek it and I re-descend
Just want to get to know the cost, my loss,
Get off so we can finally speak again

And countless sheep redirected on a leash
And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me
What do I see? Did you expect me to believe?
When I can't breathe in your generous company?

Impatiently we stay calm
Defeated but we keep it up
Just want get to know the cost, my loss,
So we can finally speak again

And countless sheep redirected on a leash
And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me
What do I see? Did you expect me to believe
When I can't breathe in your generous company?

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