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Looking over my shoulder at the road that follows |
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What once seemed to matter now dust at my feet |
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Memories whisper at the edge of perception |
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Silent reminders of a life incomplete |
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And all that remains |
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Are the scars to remind me |
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And all the lives |
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I've thrown away |
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And all that remains |
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Are the bars that confine me |
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To a past |
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I can't escape |
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Words that are unspoken are now reminders |
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Each second dies a silent death unmourned |
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I tried as a martyr to lead her, to guide her |
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Now I'm alone painted by the color of scorn |
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And all that remains |
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Are the scars to remind me |
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And all the lives |
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I've thrown away |
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And all that remains |
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Are the bars that confine me |
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To a past |
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I can't escape |
