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Looking into a life created |
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A simple thing, yet so complicated |
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One step forward, two step back |
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Mouse on a wheel in a big mouse trap |
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The pitter patter of repeated patterns |
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Positive, yet you're so uncertain |
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A line is drawn, a line is crossed |
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Slipping up on the under frost |
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The balance of fear and love |
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Keeps a good man in line |
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The skin gets thicker, seizes up |
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Glimpsing his years in an empty cup |
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The balance of fear and love |
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Makes a good girl in time |
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Shaping the world with a wilted wand |
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Awaiting the day when the wind may take her |
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Off her feet |
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Everyone wants someone to follow |
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To turn another grey day to yellow |
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If trust breaks like a lightening bolt |
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It takes a test to be fixing faults |
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I've heard words fly on electric currents |
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A look in the eye like an unborn torrent |
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Does it take a trophy to turn a page |
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And pass through life as a jilted sage |
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The balance of fear and love |
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Keeps a good man in line |
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The skin gets thicker, seizes up |
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Glimpsing his years in an empty cup |
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The balance of fear and love |
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Makes a good girl in time |
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Shaping the world with a wilted wand |
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Awaiting the day when the wind may take her |
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Off her feet |
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(Oh, Let it rain in hell, let it rain in hell) |
