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A new beginning, a fresh clean path |
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Yet slightly curved and striving to come back |
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The one you thought you were is gone |
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A loss of faith, all bridges burned |
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A strong commitment to return and find the place where it all began to... burn! |
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A failure, a disgrace |
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You'll get yourself erased |
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An old replacement will not do |
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Only fresh young meat will satisfy you |
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The purist in you tells you to stay clean |
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Your conscience now removed with haste |
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The stench of death reveals the taste |
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So precisely portrayed within frames - then replaced... ...the stench of death reveals the taste... ...an empty shell is all that remains... ...slow death... |
