| To have the thickest skin
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| And still walk so tall
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| For years & even now
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| They pray to watch me fall
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| Their petty words & ways
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| Gave me the needed vision
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| To ignite change and give strength
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| To some who lost their direction
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| Their breath is wasted
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| It’s such a bitter pill to choke on
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| Their time is fleeting, passing
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| Waiting for my swan song
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| Tearing me down
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| Will never raise you any higher
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| Criticize, condemn, complain
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| The mirror show who takes the blame
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Dishonored, disgraced
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Damaged, buried
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Indifferent, forgotten
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| There’s never been a war where only one side bled
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| Still dreaming demise
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| And you’ll see and you’ll see it
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| The lost prophesize, they believe it believe it
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| Goes deeper inside, if you let it you let it
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| Now spead of the end
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| And you’ll get it, you’ll get it
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| Tearing their wings
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| Will never raise you higher
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| You only damn yourself
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| You only damn yourself
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| Criticize, condemn, complain
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| The mirror show who takes the blame
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Dishonored, disgraced
|
| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Damaged, buried
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| Indifferent, forgotten
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| The language you speak is dead
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| Dead
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| There’s never been a war where only one side bled
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| When you kill trust
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| There is no ressurection |