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Every day is a funeral |
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Another instance of forsaken dreams |
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Another case, another nail to the coffin |
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Of expectations |
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It is so hard |
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It is so immense |
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Task that faces us |
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Failure feels so intense |
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Pain...pushing up the boulder |
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Up the steep and stony hill |
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Suffer! |
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Pain...zero in for the soft kill |
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It is our only cane |
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Suffer! |
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As the mourning women gather |
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Around the usual grave |
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Shudder as you wait to see who will be called |
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To fill up the space today |
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Every day is a funeral |
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Another failure, another cry |
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Feel the pain |
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When you see the warning flashing : "Transaction canceled." |
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Beneath the paint |
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There is a razor burning |
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Beneath the paint |
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There is a boulder churning |
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I feed the grinder |
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Every long, long day |
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I feed the razor |
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There will yet be time to play |
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No second thoughts |
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No hidden regrets |
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Crying is hard enough |
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When your roses are selling pain |
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Every day is a funeral |
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Every day is a curse |
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Every day is a funeral |
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Every day is a curse |
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Curse |
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Curse |
