| Here I am again
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| In a place all too familiar
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| A place that I have been so many times before
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| My soul is tortured
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| By constant analyzations
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| In a world of frustrations
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| What is it they want me to be?
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| But I refuse to play their game of deceptions
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| To be sentenced to slavement to everyone’s perceptions
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| I was trying to be seen without having to pretend
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| But now I’ve been disillusioned and I find myself again in an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| If only I could see all the lies ahead of me
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| A future so clear would help to ease my fears
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| But since I lost my faith in tangible reality
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| To only what my eyes can see
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| I’ve lost sight of who I’m supposed to be
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| A chain of events so intimately related
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| Each and every one of them so carefully contemplated
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| Perhaps I should listen to the advice of my friends
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| But such is not my fate and here I am again
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| Coming now
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| In an avalanche
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| I can never cease to be the person that I am
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| But I just can’t seem to measure up to all of my demands
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| All my agony and sorrow may never find their compensation
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| In this world of absurdity in which truth is its vexation
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| When you feel the emptiness, the loneliness and despair
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| When it seems the world has turned on you but you lack the strength to care
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| Find the strength to rise again and return from the place you’ve been
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| And find the courage to believe again in that which can’t be seen
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche
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| In an avalanche |