| Train of impermanence pulls its way in front of me
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| A feeling of innocense makes its way inside of me
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| She spoke with a silver tongue
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| The kind you read of in magazines
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| And eyes full of confidence, or is that consequence
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| I’m feeling no pain
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| I’m feeling no pain
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| I was a younger man just a’struggling with the same demands
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| That pay for my sanity and give me a stronger hand
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| Some say it’s ignorance that turns love into self defense
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| Contained to a silent rage as any glimpse of common sense
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| I’m feeling no pain
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| Yeah I’m feeling no pain
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| «I was one of the lucky ones» you told yourself
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| You hide behind the mirrored eye, don’t see yourself
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| You were no friend to me, in fact my enemy as we both agree
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| In trying to get to me why do you make a scene embarassing?
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| I hear every poison word, more absurd I’ve never heard
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| I keep my sword on back in case of attack
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| But I’m feeling no pain
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| Yeah I’m feeling no pain
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| «I was among the lucky ones» you told yourself
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| But you hide behind the mirrored eye, you’ll see yourself
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| You were a different one, full of fire and a devil in your eye
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| You play with others well, good they tell, too hard you try
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| You treated them all like fools, it’s the only tool you knew how to use
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| You’re gonna have to reach in here 'cause now you fear
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| That you’re feeling no pain
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| You’re feeling no pain
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| You’re feeling no pain
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| You’re feeling no pain
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| «I am one of the lucky ones» you told yourself
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| But you hide behind the mirrored eye, don’t see yourself
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| «I am one of the lucky ones» you told yourself
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| But you hide behind the mirrored eye, don’t see yourself
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| See yourself
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| Now I’m a different man just struggling with the same demands |