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yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast. |
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that period i chose to bury my past. |
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it tells of time-my back against the wall. |
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back then, a victim of society to maul. |
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spend your life pushing and shoving to climb to the top |
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but you're held by a thread. |
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all the work you've don't goes to waste |
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because in this life you just cant get ahead. |
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again my world came tumbling hard upon my back. |
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life sifted through my hands like sand through an hourglass. |
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it tells of time i'll never recapture. |
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the grains controlling my life scarred me forever. |
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so this is how it goes-you give with no return. |
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you're always undertowed-can't get ahead. |