| When your hands have been tied
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| From front, back and from side to side
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| It’s hard to see the shape of things to come
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| And the past becomes undone
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| No stars aligned to lead the blind
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| When your future is already declined
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| Lying, discarded
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| Dying, soon departed
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| Another morning, it’s hard to breathe
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| Waking up so damn confined
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| By these walls, cut, bruised and left behind
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| Another day and it hurts to burn your candles at all ends
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| No more looking and waiting for the godsends
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| You keep throwing away
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| If that is the life you choose
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| No circumstance can excuse
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| Why you run when you’ve passed
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| A dead end sign at long last
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| The days are numbered you swear
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| So you can start the countdown for all I care
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| Keep on telling yourself there’s nothing left to do
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| Your story’s weak and so are you
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| Lying, discarded
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| Dying, soon departed
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| Another morning, it’s hard to breathe
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| Waking up so damn confined
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| By these walls, cut, bruised and left behind
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| Another day and it hurts to burn your candles at all ends
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| No more looking and waiting for the godsends
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| You keep throwing away
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| Another morning, it’s hard to breathe
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| Waking up so damn confined
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| By these walls, cut, bruised and left behind
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| Another day and it hurts to burn your candles at all ends
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| No more looking and waiting for the godsends
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| You keep throwing away |