| The arrow is broken I don’t know how to follow
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| Directions lost, all safe roads have been shut down
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| I traveled back and forth just to find my confidence dead
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| I know I have to move on
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| So many options to choose from, just a letdown ahead
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| Oh brother, please tell me what’s my malfunction
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| Feels like the devil just cut my throat so he cut the junction
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| My blood is poisoned by a strange disease
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| I can’t change, say I’m dead, let me find my peace
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| To improve means to change
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| To be perfect means to change more often
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| The desire for weakness is starting to soften
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| Trying to escape became such a routine
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| By all means these chains are too tight
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| So what should I do
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| I was there before I even knew
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| To improve means to change
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| To be perfect means to change more often
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| You might call it cliche
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| But that’s the game that people play
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| So brother, look what I’ve become
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| Follow the tracks of how I came undone
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| So brother, look what I’ve become
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| Follow tracks of how I came undone
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| Please tell me whats my malfunction
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| Feels like the devil just cut my throat so he cut the junction
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| My blood is poisoned by a strange disease
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| I can’t change, say I’m dead, let me find my peace |