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On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3) |
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Ha Braille, a little louder |
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[Braille] |
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My last breath echoes through your oxygen suppy |
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You not find, I've never been, who I claim |
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You can't tame the lion when it breaks out of it's cage |
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Once it breaks out, all over my face |
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Put your breaks on stop the motion |
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Robotic movements, rusted by the rain of my Father |
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Splashin' water out of gates |
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Flood to the surface of my lyrical percentage |
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Verbally aggressive, abusive attendance |
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Unexplained anger slaps my style senseless |
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How dare I mention mistakes and intentions |
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Another, star in my collection |
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The stars I've collected, fell from the sky |
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I keep fallin', who let my hopes rise? |
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No parrish ? to provide safety take me |
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Away from this shallow tide, from the shallow minds |
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The walls keep closin' in, I've opened every door |
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The hinges just always squeak (aaah) |
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I need to loosen up, put it all behind me |
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And if you're searchin' lost is where you'll find me |
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[Deacon the Villian] |
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October 27th 1995 |
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The say I found out my sister was no longer alive |
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Now, I'm the oldest sibling |
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with her no longer living on this say day |
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Decided to give up my bad ways |
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And to be a model for my younger sister |
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Wasn't the dumbest |
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But my education was just car heists, burglury, urban liqour |
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The sort of fingers being curved on triggers |
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And I knew for certain if I continued |
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Living life all simple |
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Jail would be the only institution I'd be able to get into |
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So I laced by boots |
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Hit the books, flip from crook |
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Hopped over my obstacles like rocks skipped on brooks |
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Music became my medication |
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Motivation for meditation |
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Far better than any perscription my man was makin' |
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Sometimes my head be shakin' |
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Wondering how my life would be |
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If things never changed, then she could be beside me |
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But I disreguard the hypothetics |
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Won't let stress slice my lettuce |
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Theoreticaly, she just moved on ahead of me |
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So my life's patterned across the same finsh line |
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Live right any part of me that's insane is put to rhyme |
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Occassionally flames took to pine |
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Sometimes looked for wine |
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When I'm in bines I grab the Holy Book to find |
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A Revelation to raise me out of this metal mess |
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And remember my life being blessed |
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Isn't coincidentalness |
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A simple test we face daily can drive us crazy |
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Missing Children the confused adults lostin' hope |
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A noose from rope can dead it |
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But I won't let it take over me |
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Got somebody on my soul's shoulder lookin' over me |
