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Labors of commitment |
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Blood of his arms |
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A growing sense of duty |
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But in his song he's screaming out |
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Insuficient - he just falls furtherbehind |
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Principles, purpose, tradition, time |
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Weigh heavy on this guiltymind |
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Wits astray |
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Blind in rage, awar he'll wage on grieving |
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Another no one hanging from the ceiling |
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Because only the extrememakes an impression |
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When drowning in the mainstream |
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One at the mercy of another's faith finally answers to no one in hisfallfrom grace |
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They say they love him but how could they ever |
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Miles above him they ask for repent |
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It doesn't matter what you wantfrom me |
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Don't think there's worth in my apology |
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Because people never reallychange |
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You and I will always be the same and it's a problem that we can'tmend becauseit happened once it will happen again |
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Because they plant their seedsof conditionuntil we have no choice, we lose conviction wits astray |
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Blind in ragea war he'llwage on grieving |
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Another no one blows his head off |
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Because only theextrememakes an impression when drowning in the mainstream no one |