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Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you |
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The dreams so cold, they are mine |
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With the prospects they haunt you |
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My ache is hidden |
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In read lights |
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I see you, and your hate |
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About time you found me |
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Your hand in mine |
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In dark rooms we're hurting |
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Through hidden times |
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All hail to the forgotten past |
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They took me equally with kings |
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So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil |
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In the darkness |
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I'll teach you |
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I'll make you man |
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In moistful mornings through the only path |
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Stating I never want your wings |
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Never argue, never compromise |
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Wide from mine the hidden ache |
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Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have |
