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It's frightening |
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How you can see the changes happening |
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When they move so fast |
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And lightning |
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Except the odds are growing |
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These lonely times will strike me twice |
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The screams of 1,000 voices |
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Are whispers inside my head |
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The echoes of self defense |
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So how many times will it take |
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To cover up the past mistakes |
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And hide behind a crying you face of shame |
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And how many nights will |
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I hide and blink under the blackened skies |
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I've cursed out so many times |
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Its biting when the cold wind blows through weathered eyes and blistered skin it's quiet now it's like the calm before the raging violence of the storm begins and when this comes crashing down |
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I'll fall harder than before |
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I'll start this all over now |
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So how many times will it take |
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To cover up the past mistakes |
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And hide behind a crying face of shame |
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And how many nights will |
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I hide and blink under the blackened skies |
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I've cursed out so many times before |
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I'll beg for the ending or just for forgiveness |
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I'll wait in the shadows of a battle |
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I'm close to losing |
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So how many times will it take |
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To cover up this smiling face of silence |
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This face of shame |
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And how many nights will |
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I hide and blink under the blackened skies |
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I've cursed out so many times before |
