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Catered to undo |
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Mistakes you have made with you |
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The lessons catch up with you |
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As I lay awake in bed at night |
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The thoughts of life |
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Pass left and right |
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They appear on my sensory screen |
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Adding visuals like |
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I've never seen |
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Mistakes in route are quite expected |
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My existing plan is well protected |
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I light the bulb that soothes my brain |
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For not to learn is not to gain |
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Tarnished, are the thoughts |
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That have been told |
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Wise man, give me nothing real to hold |
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The writings of the past |
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Are paper thin |
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If I seek the truth |
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I'll look within |
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Boundaries never hold |
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They just cater to feelings of self control |
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In time you'll break through |
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An abundance of knowledge |
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Is there for you |
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The rise and the fall, |
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Protruding action |
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The thrill of it all |
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My fortress when |
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I pass My retribution, my afterclass |
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Sunlight, |
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Moonlight, |
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Can you feel the warmth |
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Of past lives |
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Naked stars that come out at night |
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To make an effervescent dent in my time |
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Realise, conceptualize, |
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Prepare yourself for life's |
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Retribution |
