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AaaThe sense required is all too vague |
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Within my faculties building me |
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This awesome presence longs to see |
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The times |
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I've fallen |
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The times |
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I've failed |
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And I've never seen my hands |
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And I couldn't walk away |
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Two worlds are the same tomorrow |
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Still I must not complain |
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The sense acquired is all too grave |
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With less than one percent left in me |
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This awesome prison locked and sealed |
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For times |
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I've borrowed, for times |
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I've failed |
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And I've never seen my hands |
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And I couldn't walk away |
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Two worlds are the same tomorrow |
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Still I must not complain |
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And I've never seen my hands |
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And I couldn't walk away |
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Two worlds are the same tomorrow |
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Still I must not complain |
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And I've never heard a whisper |
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And I'd never speak of pain |
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Two worlds are the same tomorrow |
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To all I seem insane |
