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The hunt is over now |
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You've almost made it out |
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It took us several days |
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To remove your tumor thought benign |
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Bracing for it |
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My how the tables have turned |
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I said my how the tables have turned |
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Don't look down |
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I hold in my hands the answers to life |
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Six heads to a neck, and I know |
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They try to survive in the night |
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Thick are their wits, they have many names |
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They reach for a kiss and end |
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All of those with alloy and aim |
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Trust us, they'll say this won't hurt a bit |
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Pain has the worst taste in its mouth |
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Anger will deliver you into the deepest of mind |
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Hate condemns a man of trusting his love |
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Time knows truth is only saying I |
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In The Empyreans |
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I wake to the sound of your voice |
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The thought of you |
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Being gone tears at my insides |
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Tossing and turning every night |
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I cling to memories we have lived in our lives |
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I wished all our moments last forever |
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Take back time, take back everything |
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As I tell what has happened |
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It appears to me that this is |
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What it will be like from now on. Stare at change |
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Filled with questions, take myself on. I deploy the ways |
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It was meant to be |
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And the ways we dreamt to fear |
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On our shoulders |
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Its weight stays and grows |
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As does my heart when I notice you |
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Watching us |
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Never forgetting what you stood for |
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Taking chances, overcoming fears |
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Whenever in doubt |
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I turn to you for the answers |
