| From this day, in this war that I face
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| I’ll pray through this rusty cage
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| I must wait, though you burn me away
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| To slave for your dying fire
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| The lost and forgotten, without a sound
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| The fear in the speaker to hunt you down
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| There’s too much hate for us to live this way
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| Do you suffer?
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| Cause it’s killing me that we’re fighting
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| When I bleed like you
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| Are you happy?
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| With the knife you keep, and the words cut deep
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| And I’m bleeding just like you
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| Till this day, she kept me away
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| To swim in this firey grave
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| I still face all the hate you create
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| To bathe in your candle’s fire
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| The lost and forgotten, without a sound
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| The fear in the speaker to hunt you down
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| There’s too much hate for us to live this way
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| Do you suffer?
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| Cause it’s killing me that we’re fighting
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| When I bleed like you
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| Are you happy?
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| With the knife you keep, and the words cut deep
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| And I’m bleeding just like you
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| Do you suffer?
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| When there is no one here to remind me?
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| When I bleed like you
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| Do you suffer?
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| Because it’s killing me that we’re fighting
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| When I bleed like you
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| Are you happy?
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| With the knife you keep, the words cut deep
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| And I’m bleeding just like you
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| Just like you, bleeding just like you
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| Just like you, bleeding just like you |