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Like a freight train blow to the chest |
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You taste the backhand slap from |
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GodBut you say that nothing's new |
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You've lived a life of pain and loss |
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The scars you bare attest |
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To the trials you've overcome |
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But proud, you plant your feet |
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Where stronger men had to run |
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What do you feel inside |
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Under the wheels of life? |
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A truce forgotten, a truce erased |
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This heart you've opened |
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Has already been replaced |
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Woke from a heavy sleep |
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With a call that broke you the news |
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You had to hear it twice |
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And both times it ripped |
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And pierced you through |
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So now you stand alone |
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Looking down upon this mess |
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Another day creeps by, yes |
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Another day, another test |
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What do you feel inside |
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Under the wheels of life? |
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A truce forgotten, a truce erased |
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This heart you've opened |
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Has already been replaced |
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What you've gained from this life |
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Is nothing, dues remain |
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Take or give, makes no difference |
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You still feel the shame |
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What do you feel inside |
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Under the wheels of life? |
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A truce forgotten, a truce erased |
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This heart you've opened |
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Has already been replaced |
