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I have been here for too long. |
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In this lonesome twisted land. |
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Marshland... |
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It is deep and sickening. |
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I have to find my way back home. |
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Marshland... |
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The only way to find myself. |
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Is to descend deeper still. |
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Marshland... |
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I'm stuck and cold. |
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I'm stuck and cold in marshland. |
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I'm stuck and cold where life is |
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Plentiful but nothing lives. |
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A voice I know speaks to me. |
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Of self-deceit and mockery. |
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I search for life and sights to see. |
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Somewhere beyond this cold |
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Machinery. (So take me out of this insanity). |
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Nothing that |
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I say or do, |
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Matters to the |
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Big machine. |
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Nothing that |
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I think or |
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Feel, matters to the big machine. |
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If I am Dead when tomorrow's gone, |
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The big machine will just move on. |
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The scar you gave me left my soul, |
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Hollow like the love you showed. |
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That empty shell you offered me, |
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Took me further away from the |
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Machine. |
