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Now it's so easy to see |
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Fold in life we disguise |
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Shall we receive a promise collect? |
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Detaching the soul |
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We must accept |
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But it's you I feel the pain |
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I'm sick and tired of the lies |
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I feel I've fallen to the ground |
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I cannot see |
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I feel creation when it dies |
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Senses sing to our demise |
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You are the source from which I cannot hide |
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I cannot fight the strength is palmed |
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Your torture remains my deepest fall |
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To remind us you have the field |
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Willful to see it was a need |
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Now the promise the bleed |
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Holds the mind you destroyed |
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Can you relieve a putrid neglect? |
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Attaching the soul |
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There's no regrets |
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But it lives in all the pain in all the lies we try to hide |
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I've seen it hit the ground |
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But no one hears |
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I feel creation when it dies |
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Senses sing to our demise |
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We are creation when it dies |
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Senses sing to our demise |
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Bring back the world I deny |
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You are the source from which |
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I cannot hide |
