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It's is just the way it starts the way it feels |
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The mission will trying to find the need |
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What makes to another for the way it goes |
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The facts to a making are turning gold |
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One by one they set to fall |
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So distinguished alarming to go through it all |
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Forging to something that wasn't meant |
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To be in the shadow of make believe |
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Run downYou try to make me |
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Run downThe struggle within me |
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I give it away and now |
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I am so tired |
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There is nothing more left to find |
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I'll be wanting to change |
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Two lives worth of reckoning |
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It hurts to be blind |
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And how I've been fading lives |
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I've been growing to pick my side |
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And it let me be me for the reckoning |
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It's just the way |
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I need to plant that seed |
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Will tear down for nothing will channel our greed |
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All I'm asking for is to reach the point |
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Where I won't dwell on resentful times |
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Run downYou try to make me |
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Run downThe struggle within me |
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Oh, rightI give it away and now |
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I am so tired |
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There is nothing more left to find |
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I'll be wanting to change |
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Two lives worth of reckoning |
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It hurts to be blind |
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And how I've been fading lives |
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I've been growing to pick my side |
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And it let me be me for the reckoning |
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When I see the grateful day |
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The hours in me from the start to the threshold |
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It'll be the greatest slay |
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The force |
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I will turn will shift to burn |
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I'm holding on and you'll stick with that |
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Releasing the kill, replacing courage by will |
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It will be the sweetest relief, the struggle may fade |
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And the air |
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I would breathe |
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I give it away and now |
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I am so tired |
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There is nothing more left to find |
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I'll be wanting to change |
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Two lives worth of reckoning |
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It hurts to be blind |
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And how I've been fading lives |
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I've been growing to pick my side |
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And it let me be me for the reckoning |
