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You say return from where you came from What if there’s nothing left there for me now? Looking for someone to assign Blame me for anything For anything Something's wrong, look for symmetry So fucked up, calling back to me Now how could I keep my promise to return? 100 years just isn’t enough time Oh, how I wanted to tell you Oh, how I wanted to be there When you say Something's wrong, look for symmetry So far gone, calling back to me Mind and matter, self and other So fucked up, calling back Brushed Mind and matter, self and other Mind and matter, self and other Brushed From Letras Mania