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Internal revolution |
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That rapes my confidence |
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And leaves me bleeding |
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I cannot, I cannot bleed |
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Falter on my crusade |
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I cannot, I cannot stop |
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Trudging on |
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Internal revolution |
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Can't ease my bothered mind |
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Did I choose wrong |
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No time for |
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Inquiry |
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Time marches on |
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Through this lucid pain of glass |
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See your life I wanted for my own |
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Crystal clear pain of glass |
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Is it time for me to break through |
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Slowly losing sight |
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Of what I sought to find |
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Have I wasted |
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Oh, have I wasted |
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Wasted my life |
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Losing sight |
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Of the corridor I thought is |
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Right for me |
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The time begins to tie down faster everyday, everyday |
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Losing sight |
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Crushing my one vision to |
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See the light |
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The light that is so overbearing, try to see, try to look |
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Through this lucid pain of glass |
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See your life I wanted for my own |
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Crystal clear pain of glass |
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Is it time for me to break through |
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Losing sight |
