| What if I was never broken
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| What if I was someone else
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| What if word was ment to be said but unspoken
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| And I would know what lays ahead
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| I had everything and nothing will remain
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| I torn apart rest of the word
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| And walked into the brawl of silence
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| And no god can heal our wounds
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| And this thoughts sense away
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| The dawn of a broken day
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| Carries me away
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| What if I feed the fire
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| Lined by your touch I fell behind
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| When a fist full of burns will. |
| in fire
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| In time we’ll learn how to destroy your reflection
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| Thought but truly my shadow was alone
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| I take my mask and place it in the dust
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| The sun burns through my shelter
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| My flesh peels off
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| There is nothing I can do
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| But embrace the pain as something new
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| And this thoughts sense away
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| The dawn of a broken day
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| Carries me away
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| What if I feed the fire
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| What if I’m not who I think I am
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| What if I am something else
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| What if I can prove to you
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| That I always been somewhere else |