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Leading the tables turn |
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As we fail not to create |
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A false sense of eradication |
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To revel in, separation |
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I detest this life |
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Inching but seeming to end this life |
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Surprising your neurons its all with time |
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That meaning will creep inside |
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Much sooner you will find |
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You'll find you're closer, closer to the fucking fight |
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Closer to the fucking fight |
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Fire it's depleting but the spark will soon |
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Rekindle all that truly recedes |
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I have no place to show you it will come trust me |
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You soon shall see |
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I wish that our lives weren't |
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The facade they seem to be |
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Some how the purpose was just lost for me |
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Left to your discretion |
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You decide... your only way |
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Don't let the oppression |
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Manipulate your only way |
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I surrender at my leisure |
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to the maker of displeasure |
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Leading the times have turned to show the |
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Mass decay of your will to fight |
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In seperation only to see eradication |
