| Tried so hard to understand all of your feelings
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| Tried to cope with your insanities
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| Come to think about too many ways of healing
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| What we lost or maybe never had
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| One small step into the hidden decoy
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| One more word is help and one will destroy
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| I woke up in the midnight sun
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| So aware damage has been done
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| Agony or sanctuary
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| Only fate will show the way
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| From the bright of day into the jaw of darkness
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| One is shoved, a victim of a lie
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| Friendly face turns into a fiery grimace
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| Suddenly feelings learn to die
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| Used up sympathy no chance to return
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| To a world one knew but wounds that will burn
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| Spent more time in the midnight sun
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| Still aware of what else has gone
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| Agonized and hypnotized
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| When will I be shown the way
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| Fell asleep and no midnight sun
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| Still aware justice has been done
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| No more doubts but disbelief
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| When the night was day
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| Celebration, miracle
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| And fate did show the way |