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Where are we going to be? |
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It's getting so hard to remember to feel. |
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Struggling more and more to recall six minutes worth of a dream, you forgot when you woke up. |
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Died-in-the-wool to last, for the sake of |
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Christ you ask,"What am I to do?" |
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Who is there to trust with one leg already six feet deep? |
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Fighting the current of man's existence of the conciousness you can't fucking grasp. |
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To give, or to take for yourself? |
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Another night spent in silent rage, set against. |
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Set against yourself. |
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Un-thought of heros. |
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Poured out and flowing over, at the same time bottled up, then pissed out. |
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Company of misery; introspect of the fool, to your dreams you shed a distant effort. |
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While you rid the sense of mobility and shatter all that could set you free. |
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Never could set your hands on comfort in the wars end being your own personal revenge. |
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Yet escaping every sense of consequence. |
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No this is nothing personal; this is just who |
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I am. Another night spent in silent rage, set against. |
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Set against yourself. |
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Un-thought of heros. |
