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Left to devices |
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All of my own innovation |
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To the screaming end |
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Of what has always been |
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Whenever the dying is calling |
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I will go |
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To last reasons jagged edge |
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Now I know for what I am |
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Is wrong again |
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Out by the ledge |
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Out of reach |
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Further now to |
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A close beyond |
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Why are we trying to live |
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When all we know |
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Is just how to die |
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Left to abide defeat |
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In the long gone past |
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Not knowing this might be |
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What will tip the scales |
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Still nothing will fail me |
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As I am going through |
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The line simply |
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Must be crossed |
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Now I know for what I am |
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Is wrong again |
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I hear the dark |
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Smell the fear |
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Nil at hand |
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But a close beyond |
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I never brought anybody |
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To where our faith is gone |
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I am the last unrepentence |
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Bringing down the hail |
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Of storm and fire |
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Now for once I am on my own |
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Must make a final decision |
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Against this driving force |
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Or else I will find it |
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All in vain |
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I never asked to be challenged |
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The pain I bear is mine |
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And mine alone |
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Now I know for what I am |
|
Is wrong again |
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Why are we trying to live |
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When all we know |
|
Is just how to die |
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Why are we trying to live |
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When all we know |
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Is just how to die |