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Leaning on the edge of hope, |
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I feel the ground give beneath me. |
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Fell down through the uncertainty and what once was deep into every self loathing memory. |
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I've gone numb to everything. |
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Welcome the earth as I fall to my knees. |
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All that's left for me is a fork in the road |
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Split between a path beaten by forgotten love |
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Towards giving into a life of so called security |
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Or a life of scraping by to find my own truth. |
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Tonight I'll force some sleep. |
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Tomorrow I'll sort out another scheme. |
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Tonight I'll force some sleep. |
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Tomorrow I'll sort out another scheme. |
