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Angry towards whatever out there |
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Towards whatever behind |
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It wasn't supposed to come to the pain that |
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I'm now about to experience |
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This questions being raised again |
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Slowly beginning to dawn upon me |
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Stiff fingers reaching like leaves |
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But where to reach, what will help? |
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Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb |
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Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell |
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Swallow by the sensation of it all |
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Taken by the ripples of the emotions |
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Sense your beast to come |
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Make ready yourself |
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This has been dealt before, see me now |
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I will stand as a stronger one again |
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Do not mistake this as a weakness, i will beat you |
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Again |
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Only on the inside |
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But where to reach, what will help? |
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Like a hit to the head, doesn't hurt only goes numb |
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Drifting to a healing place, drifting to hell |
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Swallow by the sensation of it all |
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Taken by the ripples of the emotions |
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Sense your beast to come |
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Make ready yourself |
