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A long hard road lies before me, but |
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I can't see the end. |
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The road to recovery is paved with broken glass but |
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I must walk it home. |
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The footprints that |
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I've left lead to a broken past. |
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I'm at the end of the rope been given but it is all that |
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I have. This is the face you forgot to remember. |
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A lesson learned in carelessness. |
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And as a result, we must live with the choices you made. |
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Now I'm buried in shades of grey. |
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Now I have been leaving a blood trail, |
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And I'll let the dogs hunt me down. |
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So this is it, |
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I stand here with nothing left to lose. |
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Who would've thought this ran so deep? |
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This web I weave is filled with contradiction. |
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I'm buried in shades of grey. |
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Shades of grey... |
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This is a lesson that we've learned from being careless. |
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So won't you riddle me this: |
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Oh, God, God when does it end? |
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When? How does it feel to be a piece in my puzzle that should not even exist? |
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I still reach out for an answer, any sign of hope. |
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I know that |
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I'm coming back empty-handed. |
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I know that |
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I'm coming back empty-handed. |
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Now you will see everything |
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I've done is for nothing, but |
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I will leave a blood trail. |
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Let the dogs hunt me down... hunt me down... |
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This isn't dead. |
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This isn't over yet. |
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No... |