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Do you know how i feel, |
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I see the concrete walls closing in on my memory. |
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I have a way of digging things up from the past, |
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This is another one that goes out to our friends who breathed their last. |
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The past comes flooding back. |
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The past comes flooding back to me, |
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Turning around all the debris. |
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Time is passing by. |
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This goes out to the raised fist survivors, |
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And our friends who went to sleep. |
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No matter how i try to conceal, |
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I have a big stone in my chest, |
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A rift in my heart that i can't seal. |
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Time passes by, but this is the type of wound, that will never heal. |
