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All my senses rebel |
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Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze |
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Until you left her to the...??? |
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A journey I'll never make again |
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For those who have accepted the burden of shame |
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For the innocent only words will remain |
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And our lives will be forced to ??? days |
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The perpetrators of our own bastard ways |
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All my senses rebel |
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Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze |
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Until you left her to the...??? |
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A journey I'll never make again |
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I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes |
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A witness to events that went to this point in time |
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With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied |
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We'll never survive the great test of time |
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Deliver me from these feverish eyes |
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They threaten to advance our state of mind |
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I'm just an imposter, is that a small surprise? |
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A sense of guilt |
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A sense of guilt |
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A sense of guilt |
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A sense of guilt |
