| I depend on the powers of my inner self
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| Alone in the darkness tasting the shame
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| The world falls down on me
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| And everything is pain
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| My, beauty, soul’s no longer burning
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| Despite my lies never harmed
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| Now on the cross no longer bleeding
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| It’s time for me to go home
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| I’m losing strength my mind gets weaker
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| My will to live is blown away
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| My will to rise instead of being thrown down
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| Is what scares me most
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| My, beauty, soul’s no longer burning
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| Despite my lies never harmed
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| Now on the cross no longer bleeding
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| It’s time for me to go home
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| They always follow inside me
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| Just to bring me fear (just to bring me fear)
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| They scare my weak sense to death
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| And lead my thoughts to the other side
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| As my mind is turning to ashes
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| The preachers hand will lead the way
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| Just face it life ain’t fair
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| And I’m tired not finding the truth
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| Will It be forever guilt
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| That fuels my forever
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| If so I’ll welcome death
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| And I’ll finally be free
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| My beauty souls no longer burning…
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| Now on the cross no longer bleeding
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| It’s time for me to go home
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| They always follow inside me
|
| Just to bring me fear (just to bring me fear)
|
| They scare my weak sense to death
|
| And lead my thoughts to the other side
|
| As my mind is turning to ashes
|
| The preachers hand will lead the way
|
| Just face it life ain’t fear
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| And I’m tired not finding the truth
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| Will It be forever guilt
|
| That fuels my forever
|
| If so I’ll welcome death
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| And I’ll finally be free
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| As my mind is turning to ashes
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| The preachers hand will lead the way
|
| Just face it life ain’t fear
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| And I’m tired not finding the truth
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| Will It be forever guilt
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| That fuels my forever
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| If so I’ll welcome death
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| And I’ll finally be free |