| Am I wasting all my time
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| Fighting through this so-called life
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| Can you tell me now
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| How do we know just when the fight should end
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| When I can take the broken, bent
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| And shattered hopes and walk away
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| From this place…
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| Overcome by all the dangers, in a life less ordinary will you know the ones who
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| dare to carry on with all the changes, fighting to the truth inside of me and
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| guiding what I need…
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| The if’s and why’s of disbelieving everything they teach… And their advice
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| spoken in the words that never reach… All the heights of heaven every lesson
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| incomplete for lasting banner years of all the things I wait to see…
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| Am I wasting all my time
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| Fighting through this so-called life
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| Can you tell me now
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| How do we know just when the fight should end
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| When I can take the broken, bent
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| And shattered hopes and walk away
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| From this place…
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| Do you miss me since I stood and walked away to find the reasons why I’m living
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| every day for that something that I can’t seem to find this time…
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| But I will be all that I set myself up here to be… And I will try to see the
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| future through your eyes and keep… Myself fine, away from all the ones who
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| punish me for all the little reasons every vision I will keep, but…
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| Am I wasting all my time
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| Fighting through this so-called life
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| Can you tell me now
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| How do we know just when the fight should end
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| When I can take the broken, bent
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| And shattered hopes and walk away
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| From this place… |