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I should take what's left of this for myself |
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I've had the pieces stripped |
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By long hands feeding small minds |
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And I never thought that this could come back |
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I failed to do it right |
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And took long strides into the firing line |
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And the less |
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I feel alive the less |
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I feel alive |
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Who lifts the sin from the man? |
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Who lifts the sin from the man? |
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From the corner of the ring we gave up |
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The optimist had died, leaving the black side to tow the line |
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Who lifts the sin from the man? |
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Who lifts the sin...? |
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Looks like it's gonna be another one of those rainy days again |
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Looks like it's gonna be another one of those rainy days again... |
