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Dreams lie smashed again |
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They've pinned your back to the wall |
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Like faded pictures of what might have been |
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Fate is cruel when dreams like candles fade |
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Smashed again down into the gray |
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Despise for a world turn cold |
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No one sees what tomorrow knows |
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There's a shame in blind suffering |
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Dishonor from the inside |
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Find hope from the voice within |
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Clear vision from your own mind |
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Stand up, you can't escape your past |
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Mistakes you wear like your skin |
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You wish you'd never been born |
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But fools will try just to forget |
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From where they came |
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Smashed again down into the gray |
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Despise for a world grown cold |
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No one sees what tomottor knows |
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There's a shame in blind suffering |
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Find hope from the voice within |
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Dishonor from the inside |
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Clear vision from your own mind |
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Dreams lie smashed again |
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Like faded pictures of what might have been |
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They've pinned your back to the wall |
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Fate is cruel when dreams like candles fade |
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Despise for a world turn cold |
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Smashed again down into the gray |
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No one sees what tomorrow knows |
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Dishonor from the inside |
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Find hope from the voice within |
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Clear vision from your own mind |
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There's a shame in false victory |
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There's a shame in blind suffering |
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False pride all you can't redeem |
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Clear vision of your won mind |
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Dishonor from the inside |