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My heart pumps this Blood rushtill my legs numb |
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my sweat drips down my face; clears my vison I battle myself; |
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I battle |
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Keep my hands from my troat |
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for this silence |
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I battle my self |
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Swollow down now whole |
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Bitter Pill unfolds |
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I lose my surroundings and fake that |
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I've gained hope |
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This Bitter Pill he Swollows takes the tension |
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He's lost control of his hands control of steps |
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somewhere he fears |
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was almost sure could never happen to him |
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When this Pill is dessolved in his suffering body |
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He'll lay there stiff and shamfully |
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Guilty acts laced with fear lie the knots to be |
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temporarily secure |
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Guilty acts laced with fear lie the knots to be lost in his lies... |
