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In the face of grave defeat |
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Are heard cries for mercy |
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No barrier of self control |
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No innocent composure |
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Abusing love and, like a child, |
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Inflicting pain upon itself |
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When the calling finally comes |
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Will there be no one waiting? |
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In blind despair taken in |
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By any glimpse of freedom |
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Sell your soul to buy some time |
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Infect all your longings |
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The thought that god has taken sides |
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On the path to breaking down |
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Disconnected but not alone |
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Scream to the tune of the background noise |
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Endless thoughts of what is wrong |
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Arrive at no conclusion |
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On the floor still nursing wounds |
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No sense of self to speak of |
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The thought that god has taken sides |
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On the path to breaking down |
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Disconnected but not allone |
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Scream to the tune of the background noise |
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When does enough become enough? |
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When does "no" have meaning? |
