| I remember that old, quiet day
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| I remember the innocence with it I remember the death, it was beautiful
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| I remember the nothingness of me
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| I remember back, in the beginning
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| I remember the years all too well
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| I remember dreams of a better world
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| And I remember what they did to me
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| I know that I can survive this
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| I know that there’s a way
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| I know that I can survive this
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| I see a way
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| Release me from these memories
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| And show me a way to be free
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| Release me from these chains
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| And show me a way for me to start again and start this all over
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| I remember the martyrs in disbelief
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| And I remember the look on their face
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| I remember all of the filthy waste
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| And I remeber what they stole from me I know that I can survive this
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| I know that there’s a way
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| I know that I can survive this
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| I see a way
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| Release me from these memories
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| And show me a way to be free
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| Release me from these chains
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| And show me a way for me to start again and turn this all around
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| I remember the looks on their face
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| And I remember the filthy waste
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| And I remember what they did to me They took my innocence
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| Release me from these memories
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| And show me a way to be free
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| Release me from these chains
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| And show me a way for me to start again and turn this all
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| To start again and turn this all around |