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You say it's meaningless and that I fly too low |
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It's a waste of time and I have to let it go |
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All the worn out memories spiced with fear |
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Panic hits as the bruises won't disappear |
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The feeling's too strong |
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While the world awaits |
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The prophets speak in rhyme |
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While the fallen ones in turmoil praise their kind |
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While the world awaits |
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With an ounce of hope and a bowl of dust |
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Dreams are crushed down while the world awaits |
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While the world awaits |
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Now that the shrieking noise has turned into silence |
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And all this push and pull |
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It makes no difference |
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Try live the vicious lie caressed by fear |
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Panic hits as the bruises won't disappear |
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The feeling's too strong |
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We are fighting this in all its madness |
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With these splintered fragments all is senseless |
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Numb receptive minds caressed by fear |
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Panic hits as the bruises won't disappear |
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The feeling's too strong |
