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I still shed, shed the tears |
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And try to overcome the fears |
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For time it tainted, poisoned me |
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But does you've crucified me again? |
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Lost in fiction, you'll find harmony |
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Switching diction, so no-one can say |
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And I might need another chance |
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All I've lost is confidence |
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Pick myself up off the ground |
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So I can find what can't be found |
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And all the stories you can say |
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All the ways that you deceive |
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Will never stop me getting through |
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I will fight my way to you |
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I will take, take the blame |
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And be made the scapegoat once again |
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You will find comfort in your grave |
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Outside the actions of a thieve |
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Lost in fiction, you'll find harmony |
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Switching diction, so no-one can say |
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And I might need another chance |
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All I've lost is confidence |
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Pick myself up off the ground |
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So I can find what can't be found |
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And all the stories you can say |
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All the ways that you deceive |
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Will never stop me getting through |
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I will fight my way to you |
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And I might need another chance |
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All I've lost is confidence |
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Pick myself up off the ground |
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So I can find what can't be found |
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And all the stories you can say |
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All the ways that you deceive |
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Will never stop me getting through |
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I will fight my way to you |
