| Feelings of the lost
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| Forsake yet another soul
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| To guide them to a fate
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| Left for the fallen ones Who I still relate
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| Consistent in their plot
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| My memories
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| What do they mean to me
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| Lost in a continuous thought
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| What is it to be free
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| As the night falls
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| We make our escape deep into the dreams
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| And lives of those we feel for
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| Past lives which time creates
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| Can I just make it on my own
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| Leave me here so I can keep my will in stone
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| I take this will of mine and strip myself to nothing
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| Think of a situation
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| Where if you die tomorrow
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| You’ll awake, a never ending dream
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| Eventually everything will have been seen
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| But is my state of mind really who I suspect I am
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| Perpetual transmutation from my inner self
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| To what I’m meant to be, I’m still seeking an end
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| Let this be the end
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| Can I just make it on my own
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| Leave me here so I can keep my will in stone
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| I take this will of mine
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| And strip myself to nothing
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| Every day harder to live with myself
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| Try to keep it all away and
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| Nothing can compare to living with my actions
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| This time, feel the water rising Stop it
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| Sinking on my own So repent
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| Drowning on my own
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| I’ll stop it
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| And the light Will guide me to who I was
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| Because, I will forget who I am
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| For the chance To be whole again
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| And I know I will be left alone |