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This is where you pick yourself up, brush off the ashes. |
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Clear the smoke and soot from your eyes. |
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Their word brings desperation, just look around you. |
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Renewed visions reveals the lies. |
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My truth will be my own. |
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My truth will be my own. |
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You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear. |
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I tell you, that's the problem. |
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Get used to the lies. |
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They mislead your pride. |
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You blind them with your light. |
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Jut strand this from the mind. |
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You say it doesn't matter, get used to fear. |
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I tell you, that's the problem. |
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What it's done to you, the way you live your life. |
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Pick yourself up. |
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What it's done to you, the way you live your life. |
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An empty state of bliss, an empty state of mind. |
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A state of empty bliss pulled into the depths, |
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Dragged out with the tide. |
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My truth will be my own and not the one they gave me. |
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My truth will be my own and not the one that they gave me. |
