| Waiting
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| In the calm of desolation
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| Wanting to break
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| From this circle of confusion
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| Sleeping
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| In the depths of isolation
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| Trying to wake
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| From this daydream of illusion
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| How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
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| How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
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| How can I know so many
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| Never really knowing anyone
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| If I seem superhuman
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| I have been
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| Misunderstood
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| It challenges the essence of my soul
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| And leaves me in a state of disconnection
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| As I navigate the maze of self control
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| Playing a lion being led to a cage
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| I turn from a thief to a beggar
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| From a god to God save me
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| How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
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| How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
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| How can I know so many
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| Never really knowing anyone
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| If I seem superhuman
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| I have been
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| Misunderstood
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| Playing a lion being led to a cage
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| I turn from surreal to seclusion
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| From love to disdain
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| From belief to delusion
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| From a thief to a beggar
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| From a god to God save me
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| How can I feel abandoned even when the world surrounds me
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| How can I bite the hand that feeds the strangers all around me
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| How can I know so many
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| Never really knowing anyone
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| If I seem superhuman
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| I have been
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| Misunderstood |