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As the walls are closing in and the colors fade to black |
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And my eyes are falling fast and deep into me |
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And I follow the tracks that lead me down |
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And I never follow what's right |
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And I wonder sometimes when they see all the |
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Sadness and pain the truth begins to light' |
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Cause I can't see no reason |
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What is blind cannot see' |
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Cause I want what is pleasin' |
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All I take should be free |
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What I rob from the innocent ones |
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What I'd steal from the womb |
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If I cried me a river of all my confessions |
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Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
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As the walls are closing in and the colors fade to black |
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As my eyes are falling fast and deep into the sea |
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And in the darkness all that |
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I can see the frightened and the weak |
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Are forced to cling to mistakes they know nothing of |
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At mercy are the meek' |
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Cause I can't see no reason |
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What is blind cannot see' |
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Cause I want what is pleasin' |
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All I take should be free |
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What I rob from the innocent ones |
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What I'd steal from the womb |
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If I cried me a river of all my confessions |
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Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
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If I cried me a river of all my confessions |
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Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
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If I cried me a river of all my confessions |
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Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
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If I cried me a river of all my confessions |
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Would I drown in my shallow regret? |
