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Huddled in a corner, unseen by a world so vast |
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There lies a trampled figure, with eyes of smokey glass. |
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Searching for a future, distorted by the past, |
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Shattered in an instant by a shot too good to last. |
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Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing, |
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Running harder to get away |
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Time nears reaping, death's door's greeting |
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Slipping further to dismay. |
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Delirium rules an innocent life, a diet of tears and dope |
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The strangling grip of a punctured vein, a life of faded hope |
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Looking to the needle now, looking to the rope |
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The light flickers weakening, unable now to cope. |
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Pushing, pulling, pressure's crushing, |
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Running harder to get away |
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Time nears reaping, death's door's greeting |
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Slipping further to dismay. |
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Oh Lord, I am a burnt up offering |
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High on desolation |
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My God too long have I been |
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Shadowed by my fears. |
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Your love is way beyond all |
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Human comprehension. |
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I pray, that you'll kill the pain |
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And wipe away the tears. |