| The family I had has crumbled in the palms of my hands
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| I didn’t even have the chance to say my last goodbyes to them
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| The memories lie in the mist of darkness
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| I witness the fall of a man
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| Fixated on the reflections of my memory
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| I walk this endless goddamn line
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| And know that I won’t get to feel again
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| Purify the sense of hope that i have lost in time before my eses
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| Replacing progress with only engulfing sights that
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| Crucify the last remaining the lives that have surpassed the rising tides
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| It’s just the making for what we seem to think it’s right
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| Before the time must come we have to question our existence
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| Mystified by all the vance lies that have approached before my eyes
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| Replacing progress with bitter feelings of remorse
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| I’ve never felt so alone
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| No where to go and no place to call my home
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| All the people I’ve loved are gone descending me into the fires of desolation
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| If I could turn back the hands of time
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| I would have changed and lived my life right
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| All the star would align to know
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| how it was meant to be
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| and how it would have saved me
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| EAGH
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| I refuse to see the day that I will be stricken downwards
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| I am only a man
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| Consumed by darkness and engulfed by regrets
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| Death entices an internal struggle
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| All the times we could have had will forever be sworn by secrecy
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| Intermit my only chance to say all that you really meant to me
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| I refuse to make myself believe
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| In everything that seems so serene
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| This complication proves that immortality lies in the heart of the beholder’s
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| mind
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| But I have nothing.
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| Running blind from deprecating mind sets
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| And I swear I’ll get my fucking chance
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| To find my own way home |