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I can feel how this world is unraveling |
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Dreams dying to be free from death |
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Duty marking the spot where passion is |
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Killing silently denying joy instantly |
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Few can change the world |
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And less decide to risk it |
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When all is said and done |
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These scars won't heal at all |
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A light that shines bright can lead you astray |
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All hope in the world is there to fade away |
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And you know there is no faith where to hide |
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Who are we to judge what's wrong or right |
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Hear the clock ticking devouring the hours away |
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In distress extinguishing the colors around us |
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Only whispers and echoes reaching out to the sky |
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Once we were dust at dawn we shall be reborn again |
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I tried to change the world |
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I decided it was worth it |
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And all was said and done |
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These scars won't heal at all |
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A light that shines bright can lead you astray |
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All hope in the world is there to fade away |
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And you know there is no faith where to hide |
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Who are we to judge what's wrong or right |
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The world is a canvas painted with tears and blood |
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Strokes of genius above the confusion that reigns us all |
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Where is the creator of this wretched masterpiece |
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Of random traces, twisted faces, endless dreams breaking |
