| I wither like an oak with dead roots
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| Leaves falling of…
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| Never to return. |
| There is no spring in sight
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| As I seek suppression and grace, I’m falling down again…
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| Left behind! |
| Rage descended from bitterness
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| Still the old bonds hold me. |
| My feet stuck in the anger
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| Years filled with sorrow and pain. |
| Has hardened my heart
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| Tearing my soul in pieces. |
| My life slowly fades away
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| I wither like an oak with dead roots
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| Leaves falling of…
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| Never to return. |
| There is no spring in sight
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| As I seek suppression and grace, I’m falling down again…
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| Falling…
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| As I grasp for the utter palm. |
| All that is left is misery
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| Dragging me down. |
| Only to feel despair again
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| I wither like an oak with dead roots
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| Leaves falling of…
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| Never to return. |
| There is no spring in sight
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| As I seek suppression and grace, I’m falling down again…
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| Feel the rain as it floats on by
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| Rain washing clean all the sins
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| Feel the smell of morning
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| Before you putrefy and decay
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| Vanish the absence of emptiness!
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| Glorify life and release
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| Perish the syndrome that haunts me!
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| Before it drags me away…
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| Falling down again…
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| On my way into the shadows. |
| Still the air is calm
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| No longer keeping me searching. |
| As my life fades away…
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| I wither like an oak with dead roots
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| Leaves falling of
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| Never to return. |
| There is no spring in sight
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| As I seek suppression and grace, I am falling down again… |