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Writing in the book of life, a chapter of insanity |
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And I keep runnin' away from yesterday |
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And with a hold of my heart, I recharge my mind |
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And see what I can find |
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What lies |
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Behind/the sky |
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And if there is not only emptiness and pain |
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A future lies out there |
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I'm gonna grab it here, even |
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Sometimes the truth (sometimes the truth) |
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Cuts like a knife, but I've got 9 lives |
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Like a ship on the stormy sea, I've been drifting all the way from me |
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From my own fears and from serenity |
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I pack my bags and go |
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Away |
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From you |
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And burn those memories! |
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That fucked with my brain |
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And kept me down the drain |
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And kill the pain, get me safe and sane |
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The future lies out there |
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I'm gonna grab it here, even |
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Sometimes the truth (sometimes the truth) |
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Cuts like a knife, but I've got 9 lives |
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Chasin' clouds in the sky |
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The sky's been black, the sky's been white |
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My life's a thunderstorm, I pushed the pad in front of her to the ground |
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Down South bound |
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See what I can find |
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What lies behind the sky |
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There's no more pain |
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I'll be safe and sane |
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The future lies out there |
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I'm gonna grab it now, even |
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Sometimes the truth (sometimes the truth) cuts like a knife |
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Your dirty truth (your dirty truth) cuts like a knife |
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And all your dirty lies, stuck me like a knife |
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But I've got 9 lives |
