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Staring bearing |
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The load of past days |
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Waiting trailing |
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Much too many ways |
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Hiding providing |
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The next you had to brave |
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Fading and hating |
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The robe the past you gave |
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Come leave the sea |
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Of burden you trail |
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Come leave the sea |
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And raise from the vale |
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Come leave the sea |
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And stand upright |
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To see your sea |
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From a distant sight |
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Despising arising |
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The fate would like to turn |
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Blessing confessing |
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The safe you prefer |
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Wounded and bounded |
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There's still the hope to flee |
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The craving for changing |
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Is yielded by apathy |
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Every trial |
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Remain a scar |
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Of hate and sorrow |
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On your memories |
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Like million nails stung |
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The past in your vein |
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And then you start |
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Your proof again |
