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Underwater screams, he is so far gone. |
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Drowned out by the unseen powers in unseen ways. |
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Fists clenched to fight, |
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It's a fearless wall. |
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Takes your soul and grinds it all. |
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Let it go. |
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Some things aren't meant to be now. |
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Battlesore. |
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Why fight a war that's been decided? |
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Change your course. |
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Feel out your enemy now. |
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Realize you can't fight a war without a weapon. |
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Ran off to war but you couldn't find the battlesite. |
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Seems you missed the fight. |
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It's imaginary. |
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Causes, clauses clog your mind with their spite. |
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Like the preacherman who lectures hard on supersin, |
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He's soon found out in bed. |
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Too long engaged sleeping with your ideas. |
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Now you're your best source. |
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Arms pinned to your side. |
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Your mind's on fire. |
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It's got you firmly in its grasp, |
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A keyless clasp. |
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If you had an edge you just might cut loose. |
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But you've been dulled with age and ease. |
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Your muscles seized. |
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Please beware. |
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You should prepare yourself now. |
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Nevermore. |
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Don't come to class without your homework. |
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Resign yourself. |
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It takes work to make it here now. |
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Realize... |
