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Quests and questions. |
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Heretic emotions, the driving force. |
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The source of course, supports the foundation. |
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It seems it's a near miss and replaces uniqueness. |
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A patient patient is need of assistance. |
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He's right there and he's on his knees. |
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Yes, he's right there and he looks like me. |
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As he's begging and pleading, he's wanting and needing a perfect picture that is ever fleeting. |
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A new temptation. |
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I lack ambition. |
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Did you get the impression that |
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I meant everything that |
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I said? My intentions are changing now (whose side are you on?), |
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My direction is changing now (Whose side are you on?), my foundations are breaking. |
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I'm breaking. |
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I'll start again. |
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Close your eyes in an act of tradition. |
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Bow your head, a gesture of submission. |
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The truth can't hurt us, yet seems to allude us. |
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I won't bow so you call me a judas. |
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I'm right here and |
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I'm on my feet. |
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Yes, they're right here standing next to me. |
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Condemned to a likeness, the ones who won't be missed, accepting me. |
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Casualties of the darkness. |
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My motivation has gone away. |
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I've met temptation, he knows my name, and when you question my intentions you find |
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I'm fueled by aggression. |
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I warn you, mind your direction or find you're looking in the face of patrons. |
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A mass cessation occurred today. |
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All common boundaries will fade away. |
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We'll fade away. |
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No compensation for the ones we've lost. |
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It's part of the equation. |
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No justice. |
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One law. Accounted loss is a flaw in the system. |
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A human nation divided by text and denomination. |
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I wash my hands of this. |
