| I am looking at there pictures of the person that I used to be
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| Half a lifetime, half a lifetime, yet it’s always still a part of me
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| Sometimes I’ve wished that this affliction world depart me
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| And unleash me soul
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| But I will never, I will never try to walk away from it no more
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| What do you have for me?
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| Displease, unease
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| Doesn’t matter what life throws
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| I’ll take headache, heartbreak
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| Broken glass under feet
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| 'Cause things that will fuel the heart of me
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| Are the things that will bring the darkness skies for you
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| And the bright flashing lights that for some might set them free
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| Are the things that will obstruct the inmost light in me?
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| What do you have for me?
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| I am looking at there pictures of that I used to be
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| Half a lifetime, half a lifetime, such a journey to the nth degree
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| Sometimes I’ve wished that this affliction world depart me
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| And unleash me soul
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| But I will never, I will never try to walk away from it no more
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| What do you have for me?
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| Displease, unease
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| Doesn’t matter what life throws
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| I’ll take headache, heartbreak
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| Broken glass under feet
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| «What do you have for me?»
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| What do you have for me?
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| Displease, unease
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| Doesn’t matter what life throws
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| I’ll take headache, heartbreak
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| Broken glass under feet |