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Suppressed by mountains of rage |
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Yearling within a hope |
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Someday he'll amount to something |
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That someday he'll amount to nothing |
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His hands remain empty |
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His eyes sewn shut |
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His heart remains starving |
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His hope some how caught between right and wrong |
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Right and wrong |
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A gap to be bridged |
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A life to be lived |
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A sould to be saved |
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A hope unscathed |
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Still something from nothing is still nothing |
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Can i find my deadly excuse in your vast emptiness |
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Can i live my life in your delusion |
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With hope i'll be someone to build a mountain from nothing |
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To be someone |
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Someday with hope i'll be someone someday |
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With hope i'll amount to something |
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With hope i'll amount to nothing. |
