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Your thoughts attack, you made your bed |
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You moved your king, now rest your head |
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The cutting edge or so you think |
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Your thoughts are ancient, your ways extinct |
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What do you want? |
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What do you need? |
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Just stay away and leave me be |
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Stand by your choice, |
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I stand by mine |
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You chose the ground, |
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I chose the sky |
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The choice to break, no choice at all |
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Stung by your venom, chained to walls |
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Black clouds above, the sun is gray |
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Bad luck surrounds us just like prey |
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What do you want? |
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What do you need? |
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Just stay away and leave me be |
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Stand by your choice, |
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I stand by mine |
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You chose the ground, |
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I chose the sky |
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Now go and roust your little group |
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And go convince them of your truth |
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They'll see your best, no doubt, at first |
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Until they see you at your worst |
