| My life
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| Charred remains of a flame that’s burned out
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| My lips move but they won’t make a sound
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| I stand motionless, eyes to the ground
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| Back for more
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| With reopened scars I remain
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| Battered savagely, knees start to shake
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| I just stand there, I take it, I wait
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| I’m just waiting for time to erase
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| And the world to change
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| Until then I will strive for nothing more
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| I’ll just wait for my heart to break
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| And arise from ash, reborn, reborn
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| Look at me
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| Cut my eye and allow me to see
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| What my life has become on my knees
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| I hear the screams, I watch myself bleed
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| But I can’t feel a thing, what am I
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| But a victim unwilling to rise
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| Wretched shell of a man and his pride
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| Why stop living, I’m just waiting to die
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| I’m just waiting for time to erase
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| And the world to change
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| Until then I will strive for nothing more
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| I’ll just wait for my heart to break
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| And arise from ash, reborn, reborn
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| My life, it’s so familiar
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| Why lie when everything’s the same
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| But who am I
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| And what am I
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| Waiting for anyway?
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| I’m just waiting for time to erase
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| And the world to change
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| Until then I will strive for nothing more
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| I’ll just wait for my heart to break
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| And arise from ash, reborn, reborn … |