| It’s alive, they celebrate
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| But i sigh in disappointment, why?
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| So what if they have started something?
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| What difference does it make?
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| Why can’t your cold heart just embrace their joy?
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| If so for their sake?
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| Why do you fell this nagging need to go the other way?
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| You introversion makes your corroded soul more hollow every day
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| Can instinct really be so cruel and go against the grain?
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| I mean the outcome of your highest hopes is hard to explain
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| If words are true and not a front, your need to self obsess
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| Then I’ll say a silent prayer for you and ask forgiveness
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| Confrontation makes no sense
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| Inward bitter till the end
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| Pictures you will never see
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| Death for you, death for me
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| Embrace in full of darker parts
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| Always geared up when it starts
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| Something you would never do
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| Death for me, death for you
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| It’s a crime that I cannot commit
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| Ideas that I cannot permit
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| A father you will never be
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| Death for you, death for me
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| Confrontation makes no sense
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| Inward bitter till the end
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| Wallow in you solitude
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| Death for me, death for you |