| When all my pain to rest was laid
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| The tears had dried, the changes made
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| And peace I found in Lonliness
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| As gentle, caring emptiness
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| Old rituals gone, the past denied
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| To grave be laid the tears I cried
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| And find the strength to feel and see
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| The fate that lies ahead of me
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| The time has come to turn the tide
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| To break the bonds that years have tied
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| A time of change — A time of gain
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| To clean the soul with healing rain
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| Betrayal, lie, dishonesty
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| Of those who had surrounded me
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| Filled the emptiness inside
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| And took my honor, and my pride
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| And as my tongue spoke foreign words
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| And my hands did work, not mine
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| I stepped away from my own self
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| A puppet made by their design
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| I felt I had to clean their traces
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| Crush their words, erase their faces
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| Kill their presence deep in me
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| To open my eyes to see |