| consumed
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| dead like a worm
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| catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks
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| anything i swallowed will hide me from the sun
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| the way i see things, i wished it could be true
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| take me out of the way
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| the trail of the tormenters of a past anymore
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| will take me far away
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| to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
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| to leave the fast, every step is pure
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| to leave the past, from here
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| to the the past, every step is pure
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| afraid of lost control
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| still theres a part of me that wants to feel insecure
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| afraid of lost control
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| it’s seems we all need help
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| to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
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| to leave the fast, every step is pure
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| to leave the past, from here
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| to the the past, every step is pure |