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I've been blinded by passion and didn't realize I've been |
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Down to the ground |
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Held back by the fire with my nose pressed in the dirt |
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I've been down to the ground |
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All I know, that when the wave comes it crashes |
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I've been washed out by floods |
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I've been leached out by floods |
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I found the power |
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I've been thrown in the deep end |
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I've been scared, I've been weak to scared |
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I've been. . . |
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In the final hour |
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I've been down to the ground, |
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I've been thrown to the ground |
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I can see it in flashes, reminded by the ashes |
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All of my heart's desires, thrown out the window |
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And that's too far off for me |
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In the final hour |
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I've been down to the ground |
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I've been down to the ground |
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I've been down to the ground |
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made to feel embarrassed |
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I've been put on |
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I've been stripped and searched |
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I've been whipped and burned |
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Make me feel real down |
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I remember the old days kicking around in the memory |
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Two-fisted sound |
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Held back by the fire, put my nose into the dirt |
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Down to the ground |
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In the final hour |
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When you're really down |
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In your time or dying |
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When you're really down |
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When you're really down |
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Don't come to me |
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Don't come to me |
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Don't come to me |
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Really down, really down, really down |
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Really down, really down, really down |
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etc. . . |