| Where our thoughts are, there we’ll live
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| Whether it be misery or joy
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| Both of which Life freely gives (both of which Life freely gives)
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| Languish in the mire of the past or steel our resolve
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| And leave the darkness at our back
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| Stand firm in the face of our sins
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| Owning up to all of it
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| Self-aware
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| Forgiving our shared part in it
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| Regret and death could never win
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| Self-aware
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| Forgiving our shared part in it
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| Regret and death could never win
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| A simple laying down of pride
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| Could spring a well of new
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| Life, but still we stay obstinate
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| Clenching our fists tight
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| We clench our fists tight
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| If the past be our only present
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| Then so becomes our future
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| Stained black with resentment
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| Infected from picking at the sutures
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| Forgiving our shared part in it
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| Regret and death could never win
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| Where our thoughts are, there we’ll live
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| Whether it be misery or joy
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| Both of which Life freely gives (both of which Life freely gives)
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| If the past be our only present
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| Then so becomes our future
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| Stained black with resentment
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| Infected from picking at the sutures
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| Infected from picking at the sutures
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| Character actors
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| Writing our own screenplays
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| Stopping to wonder
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| Why are all their roles all the same?
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| Character actors
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| Writing our own screenplays
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| Stopping to wonder
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| Why are all their roles all the same?
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim
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| We play the victim |