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A salty fist in my chest please no explanation |
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It's your time to be angry now |
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Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away? |
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To compare myself |
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I'm so miserably pathetic and helpless again |
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I'm so little lying next to you |
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In this cold sweat of mine |
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My sympathizing, however honest, still a belittlement |
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I can't heal a thing what God is responsible |
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I can only hold your hand |
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Live, dehydrated, nothing pacified |
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You can disassociate yourself |
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Tools of your trade, survival |
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It's the only safe place left anymore |
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But can you tell me, are you here now? |
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Is my touch touching you, or that tool of yours? |
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I saved all the debt for you, you're still in debt |
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You're broken wings I have taken on to mend |
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and right now I'd do the same onto you if it would change a thing |
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If I could cripple your mind again |
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If it were my place grant her the wings |
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Grant her the gift to cope |
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You leave her no choice than to steal her birthright |
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Children don't cry tears of guilt for the sins of their predators |
