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These are the traps of life |
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It fails me, to think of emptiness |
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There is nothing left, for me to lose |
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To see how precious life really is |
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(2x)Am I alive |
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There's nothing left to lose |
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If nothing's there |
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(2x)The Horror of Realization |
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This blood runs black |
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We live in black and white |
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A sketch of death's design, this dream is over |
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Now a brick to the face |
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As reality walks away |
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You were born to lose |
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All that remains constant |
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What is real, what is dead |
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With all these ears in life |
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Am I alive |
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It fails me, to think of emptiness |
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There is nothing left, for me to lose |
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To see how precious life really is |
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(2x)Am I alive |
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I this life what is real |
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In this life what is dead |
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The horror of realization, these are our lives |
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(2x)The horror of realization |
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(2x)These is nothing left to lose if nothings even there |
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This blood runs black |
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We live in black and white |
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A sketch of deaths design, this dream is over |
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Now a brick to the face |
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As reality walks away |
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You were born to lose |
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All that remains constant |
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(8x)What is real |
