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As the days pass and replaced by memories |
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What do you see? |
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How could this be that |
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I feel, that |
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I feel nothing |
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For what's made you the man that you see |
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What do you think when you look, when you look at me? |
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Do the pictures make you believe? |
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From the outside, stand and judge like enemies |
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Opened eyes see reality |
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Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy |
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And the days turn to memories |
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I can't believe, how shallow and how dismissive |
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When I look |
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I know I see me |
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No longer see what makes me, what makes me different |
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When the difference is all we see |
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From the outside, stand and judge like enemies |
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Opened eyes see reality |
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Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy |
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And the days turn to memories |
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How could, how could this be that |
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I feel nothing? |
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How could, how could this be that |
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I feel nothing? |
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I'm nothing, wasting but now |
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I realizeI can release this |
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The truth is, the truth is when |
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I let goI no longer face this |
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From the outside, stand and judge like enemies |
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Opened eyes see reality |
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Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy |
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And the days turn to memories |