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Hey little sister do you know what time it was |
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When you finally seen all your broken dreams |
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Come crashing down your door |
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They demand an answer and they demand it quick |
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Or the questions fade and the wasted days |
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Come crawling back for more |
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Do you know where the power lies? And who pulls the strings |
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Do you know where the power lies it starts and ends with you |
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The face of isolation |
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Well that's one you recognize |
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Well you can't get straight |
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It's a lonely place and |
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It's one you do despise |
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Boredom is for sale now |
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And helplessness you feel |
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It's a wounded dove and the hawks are above |
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Blood splattered on a reel to reel |
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I was almost over my world was almost gone |
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In a sudden rush I could almost touch the |
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Things that I'd done wrong |
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My jungle's made of concrete |
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Through silence I could feel |
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My aim is true I will walk on through |
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These mountains made of steel. |