| Yesterdays are numbered
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| In many ways we could see the fall coming
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| But lull prolonged, some will never belong
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| So children age into prisons
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| They establish shame with their poor inheritance
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| They build covert roads
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| Some become addictions
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| Suspicion, in position
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| Yeah it’s bound to have been
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| I guess i thought you were going to be around
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| Going to be rewound
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| But you were honest
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| I know you did the best one can
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| Fallen
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| People speak of demons
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| To simplify the life then honor you my friend
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| They rationalize trouble-free hypothesis
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| He’s broken, too damaged, but bravely profound
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| I guess i thought you were going to astound
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| Going to stand your ground
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| But you were full pride
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| I know it killed you to fail them
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| Fallen
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| Hey, dog boy
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| The whistmas souls would deploy
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| You needed them, believed in them
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| It’s better to pretend
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| I guess i thought it was your rising
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| You’re long drawn out win
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| 'cause you were on it
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| I know you did the best one can
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| I thought you’d be around
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| I thought you’d be rewound
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| But everyone succumbs to some
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| We are all fallen |