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leaves his warm and golden cage |
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blindly he would follow |
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the darkened glint he calls a friend |
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carrying a heart that bleeds in him |
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what made him forget what he once believed? |
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moving, the pace was slow again |
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never he thought he would retreat |
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trying to kill the urge that made him freeze |
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distract with pain the nail burns in my eye |
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a thousand nights had taken whats inside |
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and gazing at the walls, these faces in mind |
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the weeds grown over a dying land |
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the signs of greater sorrow |
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no one left to tell the end |
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the silence made him creep |
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unable to talk about what might have been |
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seeking the days when he was him |
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sleeping awake, waiting for the release |
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fighting for the urge he couldn't breath |
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no way to return or to hide in those cages |
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trying to forget about seeing their faces |
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the truth hurts too much and they're trying to make him |
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do what it takes to turn those pages |
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