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Passing through this life |
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with so much regret |
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It feels like I haven't |
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got over it yet |
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It takes so long for |
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these wounds to heal |
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I'm knocking down walls, |
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taking my time |
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I gotta get out of here |
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Where will I go? |
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Who will I become? |
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I'm coming on like an elephant gun |
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Reaching for the piece of mind |
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that I can't find |
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The sun keeps fading away |
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Searching for a feeling |
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that will never come |
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The return of the prodigal son |
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Last night the moon seemed |
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to look so empty (yeah) |
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I fell into a pit of despair |
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(going nowhere) |
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I never thought that |
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these wounds would heal |
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I fell to my knees, |
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the rain came down |
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I thought I could touch the sky |
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What have I done, |
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why was I so wrong? |
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Hear the pop of my elephant gun! |
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Reaching for the piece of mind |
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that I can't find |
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The sun keeps fading away |
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Searching for a feeling |
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that will never come |
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The return of the prodigal son |
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Reaching for the piece of mind |
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that I can't find |
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The sun keeps fading away |
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Searching for a feeling |
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that will never come |
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The return of the prodigal son |
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- the Prodigal Son! |
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This time has just begun |
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I finally found a feeling |
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The return of a Prodigal Son |
