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Some stories ring so true, a reality hitting deep |
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Some stories ring so true, putting life in perspective |
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She knew what she would encounter |
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Knowing what was to come |
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Knowing the past would catch up to her |
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Her heart was nearly hard by the lust inside |
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Alone and on borrowed time |
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Bound by guilt, she was bound by guilt |
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Alone and on borrowed time |
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This tormented soul, shunned by so many |
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Her eyes became dry from having no where else to run |
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She had only one thing left to hold onto, the only one who really cares |
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Someone who cares, who really cares |
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What can I measure to be when |
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I ignore those who are oppressed and mistreated? |
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What can I measure to be, ignoring all that's meant for me? |
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I was once like her |
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The wrongs she had written would be erased and forgotten |
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His love was for sure and she knew this for sure |
