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She was the key to my darkest heart |
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Holding hands with the seekers of the path |
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A forced face from the lingering hate |
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A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd |
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Reverse your rightness, let go of control |
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Beware of the denying, it's in your hall |
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You have the same ability to do as them |
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Don't count your mistakes, get in the line and do what it takes |
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She was the weakest in the world of liars |
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Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth |
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Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood |
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Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind |
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The flock didn't pay in pain like the others |
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Body to the ground, gravel in those tiny eyes |
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For each day she struggles the degradation |
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Forever bound to walk the fields of disgrace |
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She was the key to my darkest heart |
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Holding hands with the seekers of the path |
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A forced face from the lingering hate |
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A fake grace for the closing eyes in the crowd |
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She was the weakest in the world of liars |
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Maybe the only one left that was telling the whole truth |
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Waiting for that moment again in this misplaced childhood |
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Ready to faint she will accept it, clutching at the tears in her mind |
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In The Failing Hour |
