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I remember the endless longing that called inside of me from fountains of expression trying to break free. |
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Nothing left to say when the walls give way. |
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Still I can faintly recall the subtle purity of youthful inspiration and insecurity. |
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Nothing left to say when the child finds his way. |
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Pride and the drive that started the dream turned in time to an endless obsession. |
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Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion. |
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Desires bind the truth to secrecy but behind the aspirations |
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I see a life devoted to blind ambition and a mortal man searching for eternity. |
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Behind the desires and the wall that gave way there's a forgotten cause consumed by the day. |
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Behind the ambitions of a child who found his way there's a cold realization that our deeds die with the day. |
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And behind the disguise of a man with a cause there's a child screaming with nothing left to say. |
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Paralyzed by inhibitions and indecisions. |
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What was once a release is now a prison. |
