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No one to follow |
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Nobody to care |
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I'll leave tomorrow |
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From my dying bed |
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I need you to hear my call |
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Silent weep |
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Dying moan |
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Change me... |
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And fill the end with life... |
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To catch we when I fall |
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Fill the end |
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Hear me out |
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I still believe |
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There a sing on the road |
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Father's sins are framed in mine |
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Draining me, from the life I used to hold |
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I live still, in a perfect lie to survive |
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I used to follow |
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I used to care |
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Lived for tomorrow |
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Now the focus is not there |
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I need you to hear my call |
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Silent weep |
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Dying moan |
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Change me... |
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Fill the end |
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Hear me out |
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I still believe |
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There's a sign on the road |
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Father's sins are framed in mine |
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Draining me, from the life I used to hold |
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I lie still, in a perfect lie to survive |
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Fill the end with life, |
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To catch me when I fall |
