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The blood in my head burns like fire |
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And madness is raising it's head |
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Surviving, the deepest desire? |
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Or just an obsession instead? |
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I feel the pain when I see the rain |
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I don't have the power I need |
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I'm locked inside in my head and my mind |
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It's time to give up and concede |
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Without wings, I cannot fly |
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I'll never reach the sky above |
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Is this the way, the place I'll stay? |
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Will I be trapped forevermore? |
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The weight of the world on my shoulders |
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It's crushing my humanity |
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Longer I go and get older |
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I embrace my insanity |
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And now I can see, what's inside of me |
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Ignorance is not a virtue |
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I sense and I feel, frustration so real |
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Or is it just fake and untrue? |
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Without wings, I cannot fly |
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I'll never reach the sky above |
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Is this the way, the place I'll stay? |
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Will I be trapped forevermore? |
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The blood in my head burns like fire |
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And madness is still in my head |
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Life, the deepest desire? |
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Or just an obsession instead? |
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But now I can see, what's inside of me |
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Ignorance is a virtue? |
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I sense and I feel, frustration so real |
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Or is it just fake and untrue? |
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Without wings, I cannot fly |
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I'll never reach the sky above |
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Is this the way, the place I'll stay? |
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Will I be trapped forevermore? |
