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The endowment of savoring moments |
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A certain safety found among the pale lines |
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Now I stand here watching them steal the stage |
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When we suppress the demons lying inside |
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Lost somewhere between the seconds of sleep |
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Serving another master of... |
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Clutching on false impressions and makings of disdain |
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That seems to fall on resolving my remains |
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Possession... |
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Deep within my soul... and never letting go |
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Return to spread the hollow shell of will |
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I am approaching the minutes of purity |
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Burn the predictions of when to decline |
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Pulling choices that are killing me |
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Lost somewhere between the seconds of sleep |
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Serving another master of... |
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Possession... |
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Deep within my soul... and never letting go |
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Possession... |
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Depression for pain... the nightmare still remains |
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Possession... |
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The cure left in vain... overjoyed by my pain |
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Possession... |
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Decay often brings... the nightmare of me |
