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To the wounded |
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I have seen the self image |
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They've forced you to reduce to shattered glass |
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The only remaining value lying in it's jagged edges |
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But the few who are waking for |
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Await their recognition |
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No fear of death but with fear of life |
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Your weakness kills everyone, so live |
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For no lack of searching |
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I can't seem to find, can't seem to find one |
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What of all their promises? |
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Can't seem to find much more than lies |
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A permanent solution |
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To a temporary problem |
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Before I'd lay me down to rest |
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I'd throw away everything to life |
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For no lack of searching |
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I can't seem to find, can't seem to find one |
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What of all their promises? |
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Can't seem to find much more than lies |
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For no lack of searching |
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I can't seem to find, can't seem to find one |
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What of all their promises? |
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Can't seem to find much more than lies |
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For no lack of searching |
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I can't seem to find, can't seem to find one |
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What of all their promises? |
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Can't seem to find much more than lies |
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For no lack of searching |
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I can't seem to find, can't seem to find one |
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What of all their promises? |
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Can't seem to find much more than lies |
