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I'm lying to you now that dignity's mine |
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Around me the trails of damage |
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I can't fight with memories I can't find |
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I will go |
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And I'll find find some way |
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Believe in the pain |
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With a glass in my hand |
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The walls that surround me |
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The sickness inside |
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Are all that consume me now |
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And I can't fight with memories I can't find |
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I will go |
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And I'll find find some way |
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Believe in the pain |
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With a glass in my hand |
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The sound of morning |
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Rings in my mind |
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It's easy to blame me |
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Most of the time |
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I will go |
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And I'll find some way |
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Believe in the pain |
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With a glass in my hand |
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The sound of morning |
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Rings in my mind |
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It's easy to blame me |
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Most of the time |