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This strategy won't change |
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It's over when |
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Never do you gain |
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And always you win |
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And tragedy remains |
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Though we're given |
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Every chance to change |
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We don't listen just pass the blame |
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Sing over decay |
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Blood flowing the wrong way |
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A constant state of refusal |
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Now it's too late |
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When you're ready you will see |
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The maker's always been within your hands |
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Destroyer at your feet |
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Save every resolution |
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You never could create |
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When your way is the only way |
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You can't look at yourself and say |
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'I was wrong' |
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You've got the head of the king |
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On the body of a pawn |
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The passion of a storm |
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The contemplation in the eye |
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A separatist within our midst |
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A loyalist divide |
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When your way is the only way |
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You can't look at yourself and say |
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'I was wrong' |
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You've got the head of a king |
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On the body of a pawn |
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When it's not the life you want |
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What answers do you need |
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Want everything up front |
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Prepare to meet defeat |
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When its not the life you want |
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What answers do you need |
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Want everything up front |
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Such turbulence such turbulence |
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Won't go away silence never stays |
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And such sympathies such sympathies |
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Will never fade some are never made |
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Never made |
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All living is |
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All knowing |
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Or so you thought |
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But it's never been the same |
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When your way is the only way |
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You can't look at yourself and say |
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'I was wrong' |
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You've got the head of the king on the body of a pawn |
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Is this all the result |
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Of conflict |
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You know that we're not all so different |
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We share the same space or find a better place |
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And I'd give I'd give anything if this would all stop |
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Let me walk away |
