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Empitness is what I feel when I hear them speak. And their words have never felt so meaningless. I need something that I can call my own. Something to fill this empty void. |
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And as long as I am breathing. As long as I can hear my heart beat. I'll overcome their unbeliefs. And when the road ends what will you find when you're looking back? |
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What will you see, when your're looking back? And when you ask yourself if this was wight, what will you answer? Will your answer fill your restless mind with comfort? |
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And as long as I am breathing. As long as I can hear my heart beat. I'll overcome their unbeliefs. I will create my own stories, and sing my own song. |
