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yesterdays are numbered |
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in many ways we could see the fall coming |
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but lull prolonged, some will never belong |
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so children age into prisons |
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they establish shame with their poor inheritance |
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they build covert roads |
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some become addictions |
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suspicion, in position |
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yeah it's bound to have been |
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i guess i thought you were going to be around |
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going to be rewound |
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but you were honest |
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i know you did the best one can |
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fallen |
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people speak of demons |
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to simplify the life then honor you my friend |
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they rationalize trouble-free hypothesis |
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he's broken, too damaged, but bravely profound |
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i guess i thought you were going to astound |
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going to stand your ground |
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but you were full pride |
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i know it killed you to fail them |
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fallen |
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hey, dog boy |
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the whistmas souls would deploy |
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you needed them, believed in them |
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it's better to pretend |
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i guess i thought it was your rising |
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you're long drawn out win |
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'cause you were on it |
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i know you did the best one can |
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i thought you'd be around |
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i thought you'd be rewound |
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but everyone succumbs to some |
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we are all fallen |
