| I’ve been looking at that shadow that’s inside of me for quite some time
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| Sunk my teeth in the light
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| As a young man blind
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| But never regret the process
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| Or regret time
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| Just wish I could have helped the 3 of us
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| And breached that line
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| Like how the hell was I supposed to know?
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| It’s the symbiotic circle that we all helped grow
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| And when it all fell through
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| Yeah, we all sunk in the same link
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| And drowned in that vision of our future in the same day and
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| You can tell it to the doctor when he asks you
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| Or carve it in your little prison wall like a tattoo but
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| We got a frozen rock of luck like a statue
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| That stands at the crossroads, blocking where to pass through
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| Damn, that’s part of living on the off-beat and
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| Part of skipping down that never-ending dark street so
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| You can fight it and draw the difference between us
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| Because the blood doesn’t match
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| But the God-damned disease does
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| How many more hearts are we going to break?
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| How many failed steps are we going to take?
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| It’s time to look at what we got here
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| Standing on the verge of that age old question
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| Is it nature versus nurture?
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| How many more lines are we going to cross
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| Until we figure out the pain we caused?
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| It’s time to look at what we got here
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| Standing on the verge of that age old question
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| Is it Nature versus Nurture?
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| I flipped through that little photo book that Ma made
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| And looked for the warning signs crawling out of my face
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| I’ve been questioning the level of our mind state
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| That made us feel like everything around us was a crying shame
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| No answer, just a whole bunch of burned bridges
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| Earned stitches in that curve in our world’s rythmn
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| And I don’t know where we learned this from
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| Or how it stuck with you after all the worse was done
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| But it scares me
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| Yeah, and I’m not afraid to say it
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| I’m ready to wake the demon and enclose it up and face it
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| And take it out and display it
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| And show the world that it’s real
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| Stop running from the past like it’s going to make you heal
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| Because it can’t
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| And maybe that’s the reason why I see it
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| And feel it in my pen when I sit down and treat it
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| And after all of it’s done, you don’t have to believe it
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| When the blood doesn’t match
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| And the God-damned disease lives
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| How many more hearts are we going to break?
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| How many failed steps are we going to take?
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| It’s time to look at what we got here
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| Standing on the verge of that age old question
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| Is it nature versus nurture?
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| How many more lines are we going to cross
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| Until we figure out the pain we caused?
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| It’s time to look at what we got here
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| Standing on the verge of that age old question
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| Is it Nature versus Nurture? |