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They ask for your trust, but if you do trust them they leave you stranded |
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With your disillusions. They, who are they? |
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In a room so dark and painful, |
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When fingers rule your eyes, |
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Just trapped inside a cage |
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No fear, no trust nowhere to run to |
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But reaching for the skies, |
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And falling onto your knees. |
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It's hard to trace, |
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An empty face |
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Has faded with each passing year |
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Coming Closer |
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I swear I know how it feels, |
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From land to shining sea |
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Coming Closer |
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We deserve what we see, |
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In the land of the free |
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Wish that my thoughts were so simple |
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Meaning of life, a reason to believe |
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Swallowed in by your peers, |
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Destructive atmosphere |
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Or just an excuse |
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No use in pretending |
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Ain't no pride in it at all, |
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Is when you're standing out in the cold |
