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She learned to run, before she could walk |
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A 1000 and l eyes waiting for her to fall |
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No teacher to teach her right from wrong |
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Only media icons to sculpt her lonely, lonely song |
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No life to envy |
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Corrupt and unworthy |
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Mercy sits, wondering why she's here |
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Left to her own devices |
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A collection of cells |
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Made up by two hollow shells, |
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Backs they turn the moment she'll yearn, yearn. |
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No life to envy |
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Corrupt and unworthy |
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Take me away |
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So life can't find me |
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She follows a blackened path |
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A path walked by many a child |
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No holding hands, no wiping tears |
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But Mercy knows, she knows where this will lead |
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No one can touch me |
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No one can hurt me |
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No one can touch me there |
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If I don't run from here my head with explode |
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I'm not your piece of flesh so you can unload, |
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If I don't break this silence no one can help me |
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If I speak now with any one believe me ? |
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Black out, blank it out, close my eyes, filthy memory |
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Stale breath, rough hands, closed eyes, |
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Its torn from me, my dignity |
