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I thought I'd seen hell |
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Thought I knew it all |
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Now I know too well |
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Hell is to wake up |
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But it makes all the difference |
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Hej! |
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[tema] |
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Tasting the tears in my mouth |
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Taking the weight on my shoulders |
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The hours and days of your life |
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Don't necessarily make you older |
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I'm sick of running away |
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Along these bloody streets |
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I'm sick of predators and prey |
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Of being everybody's end! |
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I've washed my hands of your blood |
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Thought it would leave me clean |
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But with time on my hands |
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It turned to mud forming this crust of sin |
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Now - to be truly free |
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I'll let it come to me |
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So - break me if you must |
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When you break this crust |
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Freedom is to see |
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Hear this voice, see this man |
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Standing before you I'm just a child |
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Just a man learning to yield |
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I hate these hands soaked in blood |
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I hate what these eyes have seen |
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Up to my knees in filth and mud |
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How it hurts to become clean |
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I was always on my mind |
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But never on my side |
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So run - but if you run away |
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You'll always have to hide |
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So if you need to run |
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Run for help |
