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What was thought the ending |
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Began a whole knew conclusion |
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This story that you called so old |
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I'm reading through |
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Turning the pages |
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This story is so new |
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And it's happening to you |
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Cloaked through pride |
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It's happening to you! |
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This story is so new... |
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Breathing in what you spit out |
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Tasting a dense devout |
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Breathing in what you spit out |
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Walk past the shame, run past what you became [x2] |
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Look up, look here |
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Nothing can be more clear |
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Look up, look here |
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Tension has found your fear |
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Your fear... |
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Listless, making a list of the unknown |
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Hopeless, hoping something was unshown |
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Careless, nothing was your own |
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Walk past the shame, run past what you became |
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You became... |
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So deeply shallow |
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Your words have become hollow |
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Concentrate |
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Reality has choked your swallow |
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If this is considered, hit or miss |
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Remember |
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Crossing the line is defined by walking it |
