It only seems to happen at three or four AM
Some blurry, half-formed picture of some half-forgotten friend
Becomes clear, but I can't hold it
It happens in my dreams I can't remember what it was that meant so muchDon't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutationEven a rotten creep can have moments sweet and pure
I lay there, something missing
What happened to that girl?
Is she okay, or is she just a face in the crowd?
Why can't i think of what it was that mean so much?Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutationWhy do I wake up feeling that I've lost something big?
Why do I try to hold on to things that don't exist?
I keep on asking myself, "What happened to that girl?"
They're moments that I make up
They're moments sweet and pureDon't ever try to find
Something you left behind
Don't ever try to make
A memory into something
Don't ever fool yourself
It always disappears
Don't ever kid yourself
There's no girl of your dreamsDon't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Don't question speed of mutation
Mutation
Mutation
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MutationMutation
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Mutation

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