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Broken |
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I have come a long way where I started from |
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but I'm still not even close to where I'm going |
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(and now) I can no longer see the shine |
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that has been lighting up my way |
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I cannot feel its glowing |
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The fire in my heart is dying |
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and the zeal I had is gone |
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This path that I've chosen's a rocky one |
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Long, hard and frozen it has become |
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Each turn that I've taken on the way |
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has only led me back to Hell |
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I am dying down growing weaker now |
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It could seem that I'm doing fine |
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but I'm broken to little pieces deep inside |
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Why did I ever choose to go this way |
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The question I keep asking myself all the time |
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I guess it was my instinct for self-destruction |
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that pointed me down this way |
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The fire in my eyes is dying |
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and the dream I had is gone |
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This path that I've chosen's a rocky one |
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Long, hard and frozen it has become |
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Each turn that I've taken on the way |
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has only led me back to Hell |
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I am dying down growing weaker now |
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It could seem that I'm doing fine |
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but I'm broken to little pieces deep inside |
