Open up your mind to something so divine
But over time we all forget that with no eyes that we all go blind
And losing track of time for something less we find
With meanings of a sheltered kind
To draw us closer to the edge
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know, where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls, lets heal our souls
You break in someones mind and twist it up like vines
You are a kind of parasite
Or something in a sense
But there is no help to those who wait
And your ticket always seems to change
Growing higher as we speak day by day
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know
Where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls
Lets heal our souls
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Open up your mind to something so divine
But over time we all forget that with no eyes that we all go blind
And losing track of time for something less we find
With meanings of a sheltered kind
To draw us closer to the edge
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know, where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls, lets heal our souls
You break in someones mind and twist it up like vines
You are a kind of parasite
Or something in a sense
But there is no help to those who wait
And your ticket always seems to change
Growing higher as we speak day by day
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know
Where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls
Lets heal our souls
But over time we all forget that with no eyes that we all go blind
And losing track of time for something less we find
With meanings of a sheltered kind
To draw us closer to the edge
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know, where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls, lets heal our souls
You break in someones mind and twist it up like vines
You are a kind of parasite
Or something in a sense
But there is no help to those who wait
And your ticket always seems to change
Growing higher as we speak day by day
And all of this keeps adding up
And I don't know
Where Ill be tomorrow
Let's pack up and hit the road
Heal our souls
Lets heal our souls
Writer: BRADLEY ADAMS
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