| Suffocating in this desert wasteland
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| I’ve been wandering aimlessly
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| In hopes to find an escape
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| From this desolation
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| I’ve been cast aside
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| And left to die
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| Digging trenches for shelter to hide
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| Exhausting my strength to fight
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| It’s getting harder to breathe
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| And as I fall to my knees
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| I see my fate in front of me
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| But through the eye of the storm
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| Without a figure or form
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| A sense of strength takes over me
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| Survive, I will make it out alive
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| Survive, I will force myself to fight
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| My memories are fading, misguided and discombobulated
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| My sense of self is fleeting, deciphering has lost its meaning
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| In my head but I’m not alone
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| In my head but I’m not alone
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| Have I been here before?
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| This place I lost my soul
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| I don’t remember this all just seems familiar
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| I lost direction from the trenches I once called my home
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| Will they be searching for me in a desert of lost souls?
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| As long as my heart’s pounding in my chest
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| I’ll never give it up
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| I’ll always find the strength to
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| Survive, I will make it out alive
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| Survive, I will force myself to fight
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| Survive
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| I will make it out alive
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| Survive
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| Cast aside, against the odds I refuse to die
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| Against the odds I refuse to die
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| Against the odds I refuse to die |