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The sway of distance |
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A suffering march |
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Lives tremble on and on |
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We usher burdens that see us through |
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Blinding light emanates guiding me from within |
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For I am just part of who I was back then |
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Where we were. When this all began |
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Inside this vision I am no longer in control of my own life |
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Sickened by surroundings. Occupied and weak |
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Tangled and desperate I expand |
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I am paper thin. Lines etched and carved from misery |
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Somebody help me please. Because I can never leave this place |
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I am afraid of becoming you |
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I'll deconstruct my self |
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For I am just a part of who I was |
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Where we were. When this all began |
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Something inside me. I cannot fix |
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So we begin again |
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So send me to my grave |
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Lives tremble on and on |
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But we are just a perception of a common theme |
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We are something more |
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I pretend I am better |
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I disconnect |
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Searching and believing |
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That we are something more |
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I pretend I am better |
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I disconnect |
