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The fog leaves a distant trauma |
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You feel the ground roar |
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When it all goes to hell |
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They say no freedom lies when they say |
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You love too much |
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So you pack your only suitcase |
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And burn by her touch |
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Go |
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Before I go |
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I'll tell you all my secrets |
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They say its past the deadline |
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They say they've lost control |
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They let you see their nightmares |
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Through eyes of coal |
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Guilt is your own anger |
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You who did not win |
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Dream a dream of somewhere |
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As the rope is wearing thin |
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Go |
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Before I go |
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I'll tell you all my secrets |
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Its going to hurt to leave her |
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Its going to hurt to leave her |
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Its going to hurt |
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Its going to hurt to leave this |
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Its going to hurt to leave this |
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Its going to hurt |