| As I have suffered for
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| The love of others deep
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| To be a someone who is looting these
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| Look at me, am I in focus? |
| Nameless, dub me useless
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| Time spent searching, hours wasted no wasting
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| All of us belonging, dream
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| Of something bigger, wanting
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| To see the picture, but it falls apart
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| Lately with the sun still rising, I feel the heat surmising
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| Filling the hole that’s burning with nothing
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| Who we are
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| That is only who we really are
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| Take away the outside looking far
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| And we climb for the answers
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| We reach to be loved, and still
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| We are grasping for something
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| That feeds us an empty
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left to be living in?
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| What is left? |