| Walking in pins and needles
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| Begging for mercy out in the cold
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| Unleashing the inner feelings
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| I do not fit in this pre-made mould
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| The system will fall down so hard
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| Feels like a Blood from Stone
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| Riding in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| Chasing shadows from within
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| Who’s counting my mistakes
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| Match the profile like a second skin
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| The answers sound so vague
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| The system will fall down so hard
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| Feels like a Blood from Stone
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| Riding in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| Blood from Stone
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| Running in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| No need to spit on my face although we walk the parallel lives
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| The truth comes out and put you in place, the silence speaks so loud
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| Feels like a Blood from Stone
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| Riding in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| Blood from Stone
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| Running in the dark, with a blindfold
|
| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| Feels like a Blood from Stone
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| Riding in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light
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| Blood from Stone
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| Running in the dark, with a blindfold
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| Blood from Stone
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| Escaping from the light |