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You build up your walls |
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And burn a bridge with every fight |
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Cast crippling stones that do |
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Offend with all of your might |
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And you're so convinced |
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Ignorant defense |
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Miles away the troops do roar |
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Closer to their goal |
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Cast away alone you plot |
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Temperamental soul |
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River of rapture, cleanse me whole |
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Nullify this plague |
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River of rapture, mend these bones |
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So broken, so displaced |
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You hiss out the blame |
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For your tough and common life |
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Yet you made this choice |
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Again to sit, not stand up and fight |
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Twisted point of view |
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Solely felt by you |
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Miles away the troops do storm |
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Closer to their goal |
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Cast away, alone you rot |
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Bitter angry soul |
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Rise up bleeding, knock me down |
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I'll get back up again |
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Always pushing forward |
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And I'll fight until the end |
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I will hear your voice no more |
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And you won't have a choice no more |
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Yet I will choose to bend no more |
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And you can't condescend no more |
