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Awoken, soul slept stiff, bodies strewn askew |
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If you cut me, |
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I swear you'd see, circles running through |
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But nowhere are the roots, there's no room for the branches born to rise up and claim the sky |
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So get up, we only have this time to make life what we want to |
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We're stuck inside this shell |
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This hell could surely end |
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Misspoken words to speak, fail and fall apart |
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If you love me |
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I swear you'd see suns are from the start |
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I've been cracked down the edges and screaming my head off for something someone to break me to pieces |
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A welcome release of this weight holding me down so |
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I finally can rise up and claim the sky |
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So get up, we only have this time to make life what we want to |
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We're stuck inside this shell |
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This hell could surely end |
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We're stuck inside this shell |
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This hell could surely end |
