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Hope unknown, sometimes just waking is surreal |
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I walk right through the nameless ones, |
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I know that hope's unknown |
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Sometimes the water feels so real |
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As I walk through, it fills my lungs, my god, |
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I'm drowning |
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This day never seems to end, this pain, never |
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This day never seems to end, this rage |
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I can not let go |
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I hear them calling, |
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I feel them gnawing out holes |
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All through out our flawless souls, so alone |
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Sometimes |
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I swear that |
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I can hear |
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The taunting of the voiceless ones |
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I fear that |
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I alone fear those who finally ceased to feel |
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That they're alone inside this place, |
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I am the misplaced |
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I hear them calling, |
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I feel them gnawing out holes |
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All through out our flawless souls |
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Now every face, it looks familiar, then every face would melt away until |
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Now everyone, do you know |
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I know your deception? |
