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I walked towards the setting sun |
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I'll prove to them that I am one |
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Enslaved by the hostile torn |
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'Cause their demands needs more than so |
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And when I'm weak and I can't run |
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Must prove to them that I'm strong |
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Considering what I've been through |
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Another cut, another wound |
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What's the point of touching it |
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So close you almost taste it? |
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What's the point of reaching for it |
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When all doors are closing? |
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And I wish I could feel it |
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That feeling of belonging |
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Instead I'm sentenced to solitude |
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And all doors are closing |
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Through endless nights of anguished sleep |
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With no one there to hear her screams |
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She's gone beyond where they can't reach |
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The bell of freedom sets her free |
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And when I'm weak and I can't run |
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Must prove to them that I am strong |
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Can't hide these scars |
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Can't hide these wounds |
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What's the point of touching it |
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So close you almost taste it? |
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What's the point of reaching for it |
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When all doors are closing? |
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And I wish I could feel it |
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That feeling of belonging |
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Instead I'm sentenced to solitude |
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And all doors are closing |
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I too have fallen helplessly |
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Spent a thousand nights sleepless |
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Had every hope of light shattered before me |
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Preventing me to reach outside |
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Stopping me from leaving the black |
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Keeping me locked inside and all I can ask is why? |
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And when I'm weak and I can't run |
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Must prove to them that I am strong |
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Considering what I've been through |
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Another cut, another wound |
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What's the point of touching it |
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So close you could almost taste it? |
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What's the point of reaching for it |
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When all you get is more distant from surface? |
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And what's the point to be strong enough |
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Gather strength to rise above |
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To be brave and see it through |
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When all you get is more distant from surface |
