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Cross my bridge of thoughts, in order to explore. |
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Confront the lost intentions, in order to behold the multitude of anguish that dwell inside of me. |
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Just turn your head this way and hopefully you'll see. |
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Break your wall and make yourself see, what's behind is strong enough to break free. |
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But you know what you have and not what you get, so |
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I know how you feel. |
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I struggle to decide which agony to choose. |
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For better or for worse... |
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No matter, |
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I still lose. |
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Their smiles, deceiving... |
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No point to run away. |
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In my final hour it makes no difference what |
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I say. I am entangled within |
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Frustration's web. |
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Deprived by reason, deprived by common sense. |
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Grant me at least a fraction of your stupendous grace, and |
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I'll be waiting... |
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Confront the lost intentions, in order to behold the multitude of anguish that dwell inside of me. |
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Just turn you head this way, and hopefully you'll see. |
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You should have swallowed your pride, and |
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I would drip essence of my strength through love. |
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But now it's too late, now it's too late... |