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Forever, is the focus, we've put on these dreams. |
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Sometimes we have to ask ourselves, is it worth it? |
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Is all this worth it? I can't be put to blame, for any of this. |
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It feels too good to runaway. I can't just runaway. |
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In desolation, I pick myself up everyday. |
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How the hell am I standing here? |
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And who had the say to spit me from the womb into this world? |
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I know I'm a martyr, I'm not asking for sympathy. |
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I have my life to live. The standards that I have are my own. |
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I won't, I can't join in. This is for me. |
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Few have tried so hard to reignite the blaze |
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We've held in our hearts for so long. |
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But those days are all long gone. |
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We will live our lives, because the one this world |
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Has been living for us makes us sick inside. |
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Now I push these stones to you. |
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Take them from my chest and let the sight return to my eyes. |
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Let the air return to my lungs. |
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Take these things, that I carry, and let them push onto you. |
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Now you can feel the weight that I've carried, for years |