| you live in your private hell
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| don’t know if you’re sick or well
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| something out there calls your name
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| too insecure to enter the game
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| life to you is a magazine
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| all dreams are on a silver screen
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| you never want to grow
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| seeds of hate are all that you sow
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| land of blood fields of greed
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| so many choices broken dreams
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| anything can happen and always does
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| can you adapt when the going gets rough
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| gold rays of sun sea of blue
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| hide the pain that you’re going trough
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| you can never aspire
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| when inside lives the heart of a liar
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| land of blood fields of greed
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| so many choices broken dreams
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| anything can happen and always does
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| can you adapt when the going gets rough
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| land of blood fields of greed
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| so many choices broken dreams
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| anything can happen and always does
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| can you adapt when the going gets rough |