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Owerwhelmed by dream of power |
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You cry of night and fear the day. |
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Dreams lend you a strong identity, |
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Reality will make you pay. |
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Days blur into a year. |
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What no one dares- you may, |
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Just tray to pull throught |
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One more day...one more day. |
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No hope |
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No straw to catch |
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No god |
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You ask to much |
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Numb inside |
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Let down again |
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Pice of mind |
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All in vain |
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Agonized minot aur in the maze |
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Of ordinary moments. |
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Shape the days to your pace, |
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Clench fists hard, holler! |
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Treat your life like a war, |
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Unless you fight- you' ll fall. |
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Do what you will, live be the rule, |
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Be the master, not his tool. |
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No hope |
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No straw to catch |
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No god |
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You ask to much. |
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Numb inside |
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Let down again |
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Pice of mind |
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All in vain |