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Sometimes when you think |
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There's a way out of this situation |
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Somehow the unforeseen comes |
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Leading you back to the aggravation |
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Can't you feel the hours |
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Wasting away? |
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You're waiting to fall apart |
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Don't you fear all the demons inside? |
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It's not the image |
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Of an innocent child |
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In the midst of your cynical ride |
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Taking its toll - Taking its toll |
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As it tears you deep inside |
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Feel it staring you down? |
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As it takes you against the tide |
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Feel the weight coming down |
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Controversy sells like your soul |
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As you melt in your hole |
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While the treachery reappears |
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Resurrecting your fears |
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Can't you feel the hourglass |
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Counting your days? |
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In this impossible race |
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Don't you fear all the demons inside? |
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It's not the image |
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Of an innocent child |
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In the midst of your cynical ride |
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Taking its toll - Taking its toll |
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As it tears you deep inside |
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Feel it staring you down? |
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As it takes you against the tide |
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Feel the weight coming down |
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Mayhem feeds the chaos |
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Feeding the frenzy of all things lost |
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Feeling normal these days? |
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You don't have to search hard to find your grave |
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Can't you feel the hourglass |
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Counting your days? |
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While you're fading away |
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Don't you fear all the demons inside? |
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It's not the image |
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Of an innocent child |
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In the midst of your cynical ride |
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Taking its toll - Taking its toll |
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Don't you fear all the demons inside? |
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It's not the image |
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Of an innocent child |
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In the midst of your cynical ride |
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Taking its toll - Taking its toll - Taking its toll |
