| As the days pass and replaced by memories
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| What do you see
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| How could this be, that I feel that I feel nothing
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| For wheat’s made you the man that you see
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| What do you think, when you look when you look at me Do the pictures make you believe?
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| From the outside, stand and judge like enemies
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| Opened eyes see reality
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| Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy
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| And the days turn to memories
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| I can’t believe, how shallow and how dismissive
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| When I look I know I see me No longer see what makes me what makes me different
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| When the difference is all that we see.
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| From the outside, stand and judge like enemies
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| Opened eyes see reality
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| Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy
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| And the days turn to memories
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| How could this be that I feel nothing
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| I’m nothing, waisting but now I realize I can release this
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| The truth is, the truth is when I let go, I no longer face this
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| From the outside, stand and judge like enemies
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| Opened eyes see reality
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| Trying all the while to knock me down this tragedy
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| And the days turn to memories |