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When i walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face |
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my ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways |
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chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves i get physical strength from my individual ways |
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meanwhile I'm not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled |
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rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel |
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docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill |
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drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled |
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they say if you snooze you loose |
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well i spend my days, dazed and confused |
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is it cause i blaze all day and fade, then that's old news |
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if it's new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues |
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don't get used to it, running mascara i refuse |
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closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing |
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but struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing |
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dreams, but it seems all i get are sleepless nights |
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nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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left you for more, left the room hollow |
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many will fall, a lot more will fallow |
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you take drugs to psyche your mind |
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You take wine, to forget about time |
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you create a world of your own |
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where the truth, will never be known |
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I work when the work seems like play |
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and hate to play when the work seems to work my way, i say |
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i work my way through everyday that i play my way |
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now.. hear what i say, hear what i say |
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makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations |
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the locks will open someday continued determination |
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restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations |
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and i will head for my destination |
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i stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath |
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of lost souls that left in and out of counciousness |
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drinking wine reminds me of what honest is |
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making me wonder where the hell the logic is? |
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we're all lost, we're all tossed, at a lost cause |
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fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall |
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through the wall, through it all, who we are? |
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no denying that at 5 foot i still stand tall |
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The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow |
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as i left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow |
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left you for more, left the room hollow |
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many will fall, a lot more will fallow |
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you take drugs to psyche your mind |
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You take wine, to forget about time |
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you create a world of your own |
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where the truth, will never be known |
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Many will fall |
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A lot more will follow |
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Follow |
