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Retracing my steps in hopes to find |
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Some part of me that may be somewhere left behind |
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There's a fear, there's a point, there is a problem |
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What if what I find won't solve any of them |
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And I wonder why I have no motivation |
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I guess I just answered my own question |
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I'm not the golden boy so don't shine me on |
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I'm the bastard son of romantic babylon |
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With veins that are all fashioned out of copper |
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A past design not destined to be concurred |
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But like anything there is a flaw inscripted deep |
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That may explain everything |
