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Just a little taste, then best friends we are |
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You take me in, just to spit me out again |
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This time is now, my time is gone |
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My freedom leaves me, a broken soul |
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Every day is a struggle for survival |
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In filth I subsist |
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To live like this is a gift I don't posses no more |
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Destination: haven |
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Vindictive, a firmless shape, creating its own self |
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Ominous, a future I didn't predict |
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It is the reason we, forget to forgive |
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So hard to keep it in order, it is the reason we |
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It is the reason we, forget to forgive |
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So hard to keep it in order, it is the reason we |
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Just a little taste, then best friends we are |
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You take me in, just to spit me out again |
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This time is now, my time is gone |
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My freedom leaves me, an empty shell |
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Vindictive - a formless shape, creating its own self |
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Ominous - a future I didn't predict |
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It is the reason we, forget to forgive |
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So hard to keep it in order, it is the reason we |
