| Breathing in all this waste
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| Luck was stolen away
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| Slowly I am feeling oh so numb
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| Black Swan
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| As I walk barren fields a black swan does appear
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| Petrified, I captured just a bit too late
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| Lost way, you are condemned
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| Protested but you guided
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| Thoughts were only false freedom
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| A new light to existence, a new day arisen
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| A living hell in my head
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| Finally, a moment to myself
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| I need it to find some sense
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| Moments like this changes ones priorities
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| Capturing your will, just a bit too late
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| Black Swan
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| Thoughts were only false freedom
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| A new light to existence, a new day arisen
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| A living hell in my head
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| Finally, a moment to myself
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| I need it to find some sense
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| A path of solace, new adventures laid to rest
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| Harmony shown in gratitude, last breath
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| Body sighs from relief, sinuous thinking freed
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| A farewell, a last serenade, farewell
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| Eyes too shivered to see, skin on skin, againg leaves
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| Among us, smell, thoughts, life will be
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| Black Swan |