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THE REWARD WILL BE SUBMISSION AND A LACK OF SELF-CONTROL |
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WE ALL NEED SOME PERMISSION OR A RISE OF SELF-CONTROL |
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WITH MY AWKWARD CONDUCT THE PAST IS JUST A HOLE |
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UNWANTED FEELINGS SPREAD A LACK OF SELF-CONTROL |
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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SUN |
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YOUR LIFE YOUR THOUGHTS YOUR FEARS |
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WITH THE BURNING COLD OF ICE |
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YOUR FACE YOUR EYES YOUR EARS |
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BUT NEVERTHELESS WE SLEEP SWEETLY AS IN INTOXICATION |
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SOME DAY WE WILL NEED AN ATTEMPT AT RESUSCITATION |
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SOME TIME WE WILL SEE THAT OUR PAST IS JUST A HOLE |
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AND SOME DAY WE SHOULD REACH SOME MORE SELF-CONTROL |
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IN THE SHADOW OF THE SUN |
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YOUR LIFE YOUR THOUGHTS YOUR FEARS |
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WITH THE BURNING COLD OF ICE |
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YOUR FACE YOUR EYES YOUR EARS |
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WE WALK AIMLESS IN THE SHADOW OF THE SUN |
