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As truth's war still plummets |
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I'm sick to my stomach for my rose I would leave |
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My barren lonely star |
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Sketch me a picture |
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Use only your mind |
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My imagination will make it turn out just right |
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I would give everything |
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Gathered from worlds afar |
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Sift through realities |
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Figure it out |
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One world to another |
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Search the heart of man |
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To die in the dreamland and never walk free again |
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I would give everything |
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Gathered from worlds afar |
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Sift through realities |
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Figure it out |
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One world to another |
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Search the heart of man |
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To die in the dreamland and never walk free again |
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The fact that you are alone |
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So full of infertile grounds weak and oblivious |
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Speaking without a sound |
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The boy's soul plummets |
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I'm sick to my stomach |
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For my rose I would heal any scare |
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Unlike me her wound stay open and bleed |
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Left no choice head to the woods and flee |
