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As I'm crawling through the rem- |
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nants of life, you poison my soul |
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And leave me bleeding on the |
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ground. |
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I try to get back on my feet |
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But I'm still nailed to the edge |
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I'm still nailed... |
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A sickness breeds inside my |
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mind. The seed of my own cre- |
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ation. I'm standing at the edge |
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With no fear of falling. The pres- |
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ent is my future. And the future is |
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my past. So divine, the other side |
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I'm not afraid. My filth pollutes |
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your life, I feel ashamed. |
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As I'm running through the |
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remains. Just dying for that final |
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plunge. Now standing at the edge |
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With no fear at all. Every new |
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beginning comes from somebody |
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else's end. A leap away from the |
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other side, I'm not afraid. With |
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broken wings I try to fly. I feel |
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ashamed. |
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**** it, I'll push you !! |
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So divine, the other side, I'm not |
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afraid. With broken wings I try to fly |
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I feel ashamed. Forever falling. I'm |
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everlasting |