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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 |
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Days go marching by |
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There and back I never wait |
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For a confident reply |
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Yeah, truth is stark and leaves its mark |
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As limited constraints |
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And the most difficult part is |
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Accepting what the future may bring |
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It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny |
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Wither the path, whether worth the fee |
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A lifetime of scrutiny |
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And it seems as though I can't be sure |
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Of anything anymore |
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 |
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Years go flying by |
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No one seems to hesitate |
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Or cast an earnest eye |
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Yeah, judgment comes in many forms |
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But never scares or shy |
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And the litany is long as the confidence is strong |
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In their delight |
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It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny |
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Prejudicial waters wash over me |
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A lifetime of scrutiny |
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And the words just don't equate |
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With sense or sanity anymore |
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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 |
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Faces and the names |
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Shattered hopes and stolen dreams |
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And no one left to blame |
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Yeah, is it possible to win |
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This pointless mortal game? |
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'Cause when death comes, it's swift |
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And, my friend, we end up all the same |
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Oh, it seems like a lifetime of scrutiny |
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Wither the path and whether worth the fee |
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A lifetime of scrutiny |
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And it seems as though I can't remember |
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Anything anymore |