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Best to crawl and leave no trace |
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These dusty paths call for a chase |
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Escape the sweet machinery |
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Thrusting oil like blood to burn in me |
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It cooks and boils and strives to prosper |
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Passive, I submit to failure |
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As I sense the sudden strength |
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Of one who knows and longs to hold my hand |
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Plummeting beyond control |
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Captured, force-fed, overruled |
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Stretch your arms and pull me back |
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Before clarity invades my eyes |
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Grab for gold that glows and gleams |
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And caress a truth beyond belief |
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A freight to dump on virgin grounds |
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To remain sealed and never to be found |
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Told about the paths you walked |
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Stolen, trampled, left behind |
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Bring your light astonishing |
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And once again be part of mine ... |
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But better crawl and leave no trace |
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And shut your ears and hide your face |
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The sickening truth |
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I've given birth to |
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Is dwelling with fury, is out for you |
