| Why should I have to beg for what is rightfully mine?
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| While you sit back and wait for a comet to pass you by
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| And you hold out your hands, in hopes that a future will fall right out of the
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| sky
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| But you will only find dread, as months turn to years fading out into hindsight
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| Now I watch as the world unwinds
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| And I bathe in the moonlight
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| Where do I go from here?
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| A roadmap of my passing prime
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| Full of holes, it erodes, with my soul, and I’m bleeding
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| I’ve been told that it’s all just prologue
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| The afterlife is waiting for me
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| But how do you know?
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| When my fate has been on hold for so long
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| I grow old, the window starts to close, and I can’t…
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| Breathe, breathe in and fulfill your purpose
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| Reduce the trees to a pile of leaves
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| Burn them all to ash 'til you’re choking on the answer
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| Though you may never be…
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| Free, free from the disease that ails us
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| Beyond the plague of uncertainty, waits the essence of my new reality
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| With each and every trial, I learned how to be strong
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| Endow my spirit with the strength to carry on
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| I retrace all my footprints back to when I was young
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| Until I find the message I’ve kept buried for so long
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| I want it all at once or, I want it not at all
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| A truth that leads me to the place where I belong
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| Knowledge of death brings us life
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| Aging like a fine wine
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| Until the well has run dry
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| Marking the passage of time
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| Need for expression comes in succession
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| I’m here to take what is mine
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| Nothing to hold me back if I don’t feel alive
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| And now the planets align
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| Drive all my focus into this moment
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| Something’s in the water
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| Just like any monster, it grows, and it grows tenfold
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| The frozen ocean is brought to a boil
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| Praying at the altar
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| Just doesn’t compare to getting your own hands dirty
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| Reality is a tangible thing
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| I retrace all my footprints back to when I was young
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| Until I find the message I’ve kept buried for so long
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| I want it all at once or, I want it not at all
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| A truth that leads me to the place where I belong
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| This is where I belong
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| And in my fever dream
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| Nothing is as it seems
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| So ever-carefully I will roam
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| Choices I never made
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| Outcomes that I can’t change
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| Let go of shame, and carry on
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| I still carry the spark
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| It guides me through the dark
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| So in the frigid pain, I will roam
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| With burdens in my arms
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| I’m dreaming of a star
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| Feels like a fantasy
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| I’m not asleep |