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Defeated by life, that's what I am |
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It's something more than just being the loser, |
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It's looking more at your target, at life |
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Through a bulletproof glass |
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Your efforts to break it are all vain |
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And forever will be. |
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Hitting you enemy so hard, until your fist bleed |
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But nothing will change |
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As soon as you entered the competition, |
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You already knew that everything is worthless |
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All your strength and efforts thrown away |
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While a bitter laugh is echoing in your head. |
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And there is nothing you could do to stop it |
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And this is the supposed great circle of life? |
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I think not! |
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Motionless, hopeless |
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Apathy is your god now |
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Sometimes you love and praise it |
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Sometimes you're afraid of it |
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But when daylight is reaching you tired body |
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Again |
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Ghosts disappear, just for a second |
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You're feeling competitive and full of strength |
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While you blind eyes are ready to observe another defeat |
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Once again. |
