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My heart is racing |
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Feelings confused |
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Wishing I could help him see this through |
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No matter what |
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Nothing I do will ease his suffering |
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All he has are the memories of who he was |
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And how it used to be |
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He brings his hands together and behins to pray for this to be an end to his constant misery |
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The cross he bears around his neck (the cross he bears) |
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The only thing that comforts him (what else is left?) |
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And so he prays for this to end (what else is left?) |
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A Shadow of his former self |
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Tired and weakend now |
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Demons are his only company |
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So give up the ghost |
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Ten years shy of a century |
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All he has left are the memories of who he was and how it used to be |
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Pray for this to be the end of his constant suffering |
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Pointless at best |
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No means to an end |
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His hands to his head |
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He prays for the end to this nightmare |
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All he has left are the memories |