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Do me a favor, make it sooner rather than later |
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Follow me with a sense of pride |
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A fool's errand held you back |
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Like it was a place to belong |
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Nameless for all to forget |
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Some things never change |
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Rabid dogs on short chains |
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At least the end of a phase |
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Time to conform to this change |
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A fear feeds back in repeat approach |
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Locking doors to fears of lonesome times |
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Encompass our abandonment in works toward mutual conflict |
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Committed to meet the defense of these counterfeit actions |
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People never count their own flaws when comparing social status |
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In grips of frustration work for a goal of satisfying tempers |
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Days get closer |
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Time runs dry |
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Tighter and constricting stress on the brain |
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Teeth in tongue |
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Your words unsung |
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Questioning the devotion of a lifelong choice |
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Apathetic controversies of the weak for this helpless day |
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Victims of this self resistance, not standing up to this mistake |
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Inclination of tradition that instills a shallow taste in life |
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Out of this abyss of childhood innocence |
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Psychotic episode of this negligence |
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Be a man, pull the trigger |
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Abandonment of self destruction |
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Murdering beliefs in defiance of freedom |
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The bonus is far too little to give up blood |
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Reclaiming what things need to stand for |
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These apathetic moments, art of deceiving |
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Tyrant feelings in the turnstiles of consumption |
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Practice what you preach is such a glutton's term |
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Ignored all evidence of a declining ambition |
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Who is the one that should be law? |
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Would we follow? Would we fall? |
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Trusting leaders with blind ideas |
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Feeding this system with our own blood and tears |
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Absent in this argument |
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Can't even imagine, truth be told |
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You'd do it if you had the balls |
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This choice in your course of action |
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Like a dog on all fours |
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Now crawling back for remorse |
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Use the same conviction with dying lips. |