| being used, but never forgiven
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| being pushed out, then pulled
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| right back in
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| how can I run, when you pull my
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| strings
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| self deception wrapped
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| in the colors of death
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| living a life behind curfens and
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| fear
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| confidence sparks the colors of
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| death
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| opportunity barks from a snakes
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| gapping mouth
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| blind eyes wide open, I walk
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| onward
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| to young to die
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| purile killer
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| the colors of death
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| time passed slowly, every second
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| a struggle
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| controle of destiny slips away
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| initiations talking all chances
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| consequences cut out, I get
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| sucked in |