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I see the eyes of a troubled heart |
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staring back at me |
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as they begin to cry |
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Am I listening? |
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I've seen my troubled soul, growing old |
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with this heart of stone |
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cracking over time |
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I wasn't listening |
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The blind lead the blind |
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the deaf cannot see |
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What you say behind those eyes |
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I just ask myself if it helps |
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this mind of mine |
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to wither with the time |
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and every tragedy |
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Welcome to my wasted life |
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I'm running out of Air |
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I'm fightning just to breathe |
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I strain to see |
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the reason I'm alive |
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the reason I should breathe |
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My desperation grows...grabs ahold |
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so enlightening |
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to an optimistic mind |
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that is listening |
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this tortured soul, doesn't know |
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the plot will always grow |
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thicker over time |
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so just keep listening |
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the blind lead the blind |
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the deaf cannot see |
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what you say behind those eyes |
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I just ask myself if it helps |
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this mind of mine |
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to wither with the time |
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and every tragedy |
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Welcome to my wasted life |
