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It's a violent whisper |
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A kind of weightless burden |
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It's a lonely swim in a crowded ocean |
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A will to set sail in a dying wind |
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I hope someday you will find |
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That glorious moment |
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A sense of pride |
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I will stay in my mind |
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The perfect hideout |
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Where even life itself cannot get to me |
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You're a vibrant static |
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A life within a shell that's dying |
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You're a constant chained to an endless motion |
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Courage now swept in a cloak of fear |
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Too few, the answers |
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Too vague, the signs |
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Too weak resistance |
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Too true, the lies |
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We seek deliverance and find denial |
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We seek salvation where faith is blind |
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I hope someday you will find |
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That glorious moment |
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A sense of pride |
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I will stay in my mind |
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The perfect hideout |
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Where even life itself cannot get to me |
