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Raised in pain |
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And grown in rage |
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Learned to hate |
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You suffocate |
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Pushed away |
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You try to remain |
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Fight for space |
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You fall from grace |
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No mourning |
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No relief |
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Been running all my life |
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And I always thought |
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That my eyes were open wide |
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Now I realize |
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I can't waste my days |
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In the search of the right sign |
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Raised in pain |
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You learned to hate |
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Pushed away |
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You fight for space |
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Stillwater |
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Deep blue sea |
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Been running all my life |
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And I always thought |
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That my eyes were open wide |
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Now I realize |
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I can't waste my days |
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In the search of the right sign |
