| They ask for your trust, but if you do trust them they leave you stranded
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| With your disillusions. |
| They, who are they?
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| In a room so dark and painful
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| When fingers rule your eyes
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| Just trapped inside a cage
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| No fear, no trust nowhere to run to
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| But reaching for the skies
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| And falling onto your knees
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| It’s hard to trace
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| An empty face
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| Has faded with each passing year
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| Coming Closer
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| I swear I know how it feels
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| From land to shining sea
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| Coming Closer
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| We deserve what we see
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| In the land of the free
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| Wish that my thoughts were so simple
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| Meaning of life, a reason to believe
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| Swallowed in by your peers
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| Destructive atmosphere
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| Or just an excuse
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| No use in pretending
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| Ain’t no pride in it at all
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| Is when you’re standing out in the cold |