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I'm not ashamed to say I take pleasure in burning all of my epitaphs |
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Turning the sands of time into glass. |
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Push through here and beyond |
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Endure every trial, breaking in from the outside |
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Back to the struggle to then find strength in a starting over |
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I vowed not to spend my life comforted by enclosure. |
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Better to cry out in pain than be uninvolved |
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Silent and lame to the life that beckons us. |
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Sirens calling me over the hills and trails |
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There to wander so restlessly, bold and tireless |
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Seeking to broaden the lines dividing identity. |
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Push through here and beyond |
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Endure every trial, breaking in from the outside |
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Back to the struggle to then find strength in a starting over |
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I vowed not to spend my life comforted by enclosure. |
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Better to cry out in pain than be uninvolved |
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Silent and lame to the life that beckons us. |
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The task at hand |
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To unleash the bondage |
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Of endless lives, pressures, actions, questions |
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Answers giving birth to questions |
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Unfolding like the petals of a lotus |
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Eternal longing until we die no more. |
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Because you never hold on to the spoils you've won |
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All your triumphs in vain if you can't embrace a change |
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All the paths I've been down, I still have never found |
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Something lasting through the years |
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But all these worthless fears that mean nothing |
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Compare your life, your loves |
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To the vastness of the endless stars above. |