| Rage -The feeling of escaping.
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| Cage — The freedom found in waiting.
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| Page — To turn before your hating.
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| Stage — The place where I found fate but now I’ve found another war too.
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| Wage — The thing that keeps you working.
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| Age — The wisdom of forgetting all the things you’ve learnt to do and say.
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| There’s a timing to when you see to run.
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| It’s blinding in the eyes of someone who’s never looked back.
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| I’ve been learning.
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| Time keeps turning.
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| You fear the fire.
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| Yet you fear the fire.
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| Stay — A thought you’ve found from feeling.
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| Prey — The hunters always kneeling.
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| Today — The last thing we’re doings stealing,
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| pushing through the ceiling looking for someone.
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| Dismay — The failure found in hoping.
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| Disarray — Confusion as your floating.
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| Astray — Last feeling of escaping, catching what you’re hating, pushing on
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| another way.
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| There’s a timing to when you see to run.
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| It’s blinding in the eyes of someone who’s never looked back.
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| I’ve been learning.
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| Time keeps turning.
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| You fear the fire.
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| Yet your fear the fire.
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| Staring sideways.
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| The water lies both ways.
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| You feel the fire.
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| And now, you fear the fire.
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| I said please.
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| I said please.
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| I said please! |