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Tomorrow |
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I will be here |
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Set free from need. (?) (or From me??) |
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And all that |
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I defended |
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Falls in on me. |
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In a moment |
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She will rise |
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And show herself to me. |
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...the hell? |
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What the hell?! |
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If you think you were born to die, |
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And it makes you not want to try, |
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Fall into my hands again, |
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Fall into my hands, again. |
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Dissolving |
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What seemed to be |
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Friends, dreams, forced needs. |
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Not only |
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Not gave to me |
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That stole me from greed. (?) (That stole me from RUNNING?) |
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Communication's suffering |
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Prejudice is still alive (prejudice is still a WORD) |
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I tried to save you from yourself |
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I tried to save you |
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But if you think you were born to die |
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And it makes you not want to try |
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Fall into my hands, again. |
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Fall into my hands, again. |
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Don't waste your time |
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Don't waste your time |
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Don't waste your time |
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Cuz' if you think you were born to die |
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And it makes you not want to try |
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Fall into my hands - again! |
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Fall into my hands - again! |
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Fall into my hands - again! |
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Fall into my hands... |
