| From my dreams I’m torn
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| Awoken by the sound of screams
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| So I spring forth
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| Smoke covered the ceiling
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| Scorching my lungs
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| So I crawled along the floor
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| Leaving behind all I own
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| Only once realized I was safe
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| I also realized that I was alone
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| It was now too late
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| To go back in
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| I felt helpless as I watched my room burn
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| My companion did not make it outside the shelter
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| Hiding under my bed
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| I know in his final moments he was terrified
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| The moment that I realized I had failed him
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| Will forever haunt me
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| I had lost everything
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| But those things did not matter to me
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| Self-preservation
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| Became my priority
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| You never know how you’ll think
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| Until the moment comes when you must decide
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| And weight the value of your life
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| Against their life
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| How will you decide?
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| I’m alive and alone
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| I put myself before the ones that I love
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| And now I’m standing in the cold on my own
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| I’ve gotten my wish
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| You never know how you’ll think
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| Until the moment comes when you must decide
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| And weigh the value of your life
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| Against their life
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| How will you decide?
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| I’m alive and alone
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| I put myself before the ones that I love
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| And now I’m standing in the cold on my own
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| I’ve gotten my wish
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| I can see the faces of the dead inside the fire
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| Only for a moment and they hastily dissipate
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| A million messages all forced into my brain
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| A million voices screaming in pain
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| I had lost everything
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| But those things did not matter to me
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| Self-preservation
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| Became my priority
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| You never know how you’ll think
|
| Until the moment comes when you must decide
|
| And weight the value of your life
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| Against their life
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| How will you decide?
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| How will you decide when the moment has arrived?
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| You never know how you’ll think
|
| Until the moment comes when you must decide
|
| And weight the value of your life
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| Against their life
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| How will you decide?
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| How will you decide when the moment has arrived?
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| From my dreams I’m torn
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| Awoken by the sound of screams
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| So I spring forth
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| Forever haunted by the nightmares
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| Their souls screaming out to me
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| From in my sleep
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| Do they live on in the flame?
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| Or are the embodiments a creation of apophenia? |