Insula

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Lyrics

How to find some quiet
 when we have to cope with
 sixty thousand thoughts a day
 Core of emotional consciousness
 Where the perception of sensations is born
 Convergence of physical and mental states
 Cradle of intuition
 Like huge rocks on our path
 Constraints are our allies
 Insula
 Must we always be in control?
 Maybe we should surrender to mystery
 And take a distance

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Song Details

Duration
03:17
Key
6
Tempo
115 BPM

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