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I've tried to find reconciliation* |
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Behind the walls of those whose hatred burns |
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For I find it easier to reach |
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Someone who still feels |
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Than to make amends |
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With passionless apathy |
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Where all lines are the same |
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A portrait cannot be made |
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I need to burn inside |
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I need to know that you are alive |
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I need to know |
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That feelings of discontent |
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Are stronger than indifference |
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For those too weak to stand |
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Like a colorless sky |
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Over a sea of nothingness |
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Hatred faces its enemies |
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While apathy strikes furtively |
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I need to burn inside |
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I need to know that you are alive |
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I need to know |
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That feelings of discontent |
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Are stronger than indifference |
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For those too weak to stand |
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I need to know |
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That feelings of discontent |
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Are stronger than indifference |
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For those too weak to stand |
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Until our anger burns |
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Against injustice |
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We will create the faceless |
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By dismissing those forced to concede |
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Many of us have turned off the light outside |
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Erasing what exists beyond our front door |
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And for you I find it harder to reach common ground |
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Than my most glaring opposition |
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But what about those who've lost the luxury of choice? |
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Striving for identity, buried by our lack of interest |
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Souls marked as mere history |
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How much grievance will it take to awaken us? |
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I need to know |
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That feelings of discontent |
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Are stronger than indifference |
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For those too weak to stand |
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I need to know |
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That feelings of discontent |
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Are stronger than indifference |
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For those too weak to stand |
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How much grievance will it take |
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To awaken us from |
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The comfort of our homes |
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The comfort of our oversized graves |
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I've tried to find reconciliation |
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I've tried to find reconciliation |
