| I walk towards the setting sun
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| I’ll prove to them that I am one
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| Enslaved by their hearts so torn
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| Cause their demands needs more than so
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| And when I’m weak then I can’t run
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| Must prove to them that I’m strong
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| Considering what I’ve been through
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| Another cut another wound
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| What’s the point of touching it
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| So close you almost taste it
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| What’s the point of reaching for it
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| When all doors are closing
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| And I wish I could feel it
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| That feeling of belonging
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| Instead I’m sentenced to solitude
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| And all doors are closing
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| Through endless nights of anguished sleep
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| With no one there to hear her screams
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| She’s gone beyond where they can’t reach
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| The bell of freedom sets her free
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| And when I’m weak then I can’t run
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| Must prove to them that I am strong
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| Can’t hide these scars
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| Can’t hide these wounds
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| What’s the point of touching it
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| So close you almost taste it
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| What’s the point of reaching for it
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| When all doors are closing
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| And I wish I could feel it
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| That feeling of belonging
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| Instead I’m sentenced to solitude
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| And all doors are closing
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| I too have fallen helplessly
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| Spent a thousand nights sleepless
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| Had every hope of light shattered before me
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| Preventing me to reach outside
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| Stopping me from leaving the blind
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| Keeping me locked inside
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| And all I can ask is why
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| And when I’m weak then I can’t run
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| Must prove to them that I’m strong
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| Considering what I’ve been through
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| Another cut another wound
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| What’s the point of touching it
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| So close you could almost taste it
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| What’s the point of reaching for it
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| When all you get is more distant from surface
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| And what’s the point to be strong enough
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| Gather strength and rise above
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| To be brave and see it through
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| When all you get is more distant from surface |