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Sense the fate that's in hand feel the wheels stop turning |
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Confirmed blood is dead stop the flesh and bone |
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I think it's quite intriguing these thoughts we wonder |
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The end comes much too soon pulse is running slow |
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There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins |
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There's no real identity to it all... |
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As present as all this is no one real word describes it |
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Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain |
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I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there |
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Some things, some times never to be explained! |
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There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins |
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There's no real identity to it all. |
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Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling |
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For with every birth one day there is goodbye! |
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Inflicted by the curse of doom sands of time delivered |
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Some things, some times never to be explained! |
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There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins |
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There's no real identity to it all. |
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Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling |
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For with every birth one day there is goodbye! |
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Missing pulse now freshly cut transplanted life somewhere else |
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It strays away to joyous cells completely unattached to flesh and bone |
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Missing pulse now passed away tainted senses find demise |
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Pulse beat prisoner with the stare production halted and compromised |
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We must prepare for that one time day to exact the things we fear |
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Face the truth we're all death's children growing to die |
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And there is nothing in this world that can stop the death of life |
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For with every birth one day there is goodbye |
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Missing a pulse!!! |
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Present as all this I, no one real word describes it |
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Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain |
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I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there |
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Some things, some times just never to be explained! |
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There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins |
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There's no real identity to it all. |
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Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling |
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For with every birth one day there is goodbye |
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Missing a pulse!!! |
