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There were moments of dreams |
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I was offered to save. |
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I lived less like a workhorse, |
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more like a slave. |
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I thought that one quick moment |
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that was noble or brave |
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would be worth the most of my life. |
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So I pointed my fingers |
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and shouted few quotes I knew, |
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as if something that's written |
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should be taken as true. |
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But every path I had taken |
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and conclusion I drew |
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would put truth back under the knife. |
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And now the only piece of advice that continues to help |
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is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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So I took what I wanted |
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and put it out of my reach. |
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I wanted to pay for my successes |
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with all my defeats. |
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And if Heaven was all |
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that was promised to me |
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why don't I pray for death? |
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Now it seems like the unravelling |
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started too soon. |
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Now I'm sleeping in hallways |
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and I'm drinking perfume, |
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and I'm speaking to mirrors, |
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and I'm howling at moons, |
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while the worse and the |
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worse that it gets. |
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Oh you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. |
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Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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Well you can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks. |
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Yes, you can stare into the abyss, but it's starin' right back. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
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When my time comes, |
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Oh oh oh oh. |
