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Here I am, the prodigal son |
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The self proclaimed deprived |
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Spending hours of fighting the peace |
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When I should lay it on the line |
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It makes it hard, |
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I won't fall asleep |
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Until I'm one with the other side |
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Fighting shadows, imaginary scenes |
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Flashing through my mind |
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So could I be on the rise? |
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Reality or disguise |
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Constantly mesmerized |
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Ripped and torn |
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Hypnotized |
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Could I be on the rise? |
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Reality or disguise |
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Constantly mesmerized |
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Ripped and torn |
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Hypnotized |
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Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more |
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I will beckon when the sound of venture calls |
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When will |
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I learn to resist? |
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I should have put it down |
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While it was in my hands |
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Like love that never dies |
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I'm preaching words |
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That could answer it all |
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As I'm bound to break the ties |
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I'm making progress again |
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The return of the blind |
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Feel the kick setting in |
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Don't ever choke it again |
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Let me feel the urge to get that rush once more |
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I will beckon when the sound of venture calls |
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Could I be on the rise? |
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Reality or disguise |
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Constantly mesmerized |
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Ripped and torn |
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Hypnotized |
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Could I be on the rise? |
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Reality or disguise |
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Constantly mesmerized |
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Ripped and torn |
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Hypnotized |
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I'm making progress again |
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The return of the blind |
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Feel the kick setting in |
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Don't ever choke it again |
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I'm making progress again |
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The return of the blind |
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Feel the kick setting in |
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Don't ever choke it again |
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I'm on the rise |
