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My heart pumps this blood rush still; my legs numb, |
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My sweat drips down my face, |
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Clears my vision, |
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I battle myself, |
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I battle, |
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Keep my hands from my throat, |
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for this silence, |
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I battle myself, |
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I battle, |
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Swallow down now whole, |
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Bitter Pill unfolds, |
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I lose my surroundings and fake that; I've gained hope, |
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This bitter pill he swallows takes the tension, |
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He's lost control of his hands; control of steps, |
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somewhere he fears, |
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was almost sure; could never happen to him, |
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When this Pill is dissolved in his suffering body, |
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He'll lay there stiff and shamefully, |
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I see my surroundings, |
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(I see my surrounding) |
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Guilty acts laced with fear, |
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Tie the knots to be temporarily secure, |
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Guilty acts laced with fear, |
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Tie the knots to be... |
