| Is it the choices that we make
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| Or is just our abilities
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| That make us who we are
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| That make us who the fuck we are
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| Though you might despise me
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| I am the one who shoulders the blame
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| For countless times we tried
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| The countless times we kept on
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| Eluding what is right
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| Gave us a hard time
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| And finally forced me to decide
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| We were searching for solutions
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| Where nothing can be found at all
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| Through those rose-tinted glasses that made us see a lie
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| This is what we get for being naive
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| All the effort we spent is gone with the wind
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| There’s no point in proceeding, no light at the end
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| No point in proceeding, no fight for the end
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| For countless times we tried
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| The countless times we kept on
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| Eluding what is right
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| Gave us a hard time
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| And finally forced me to decide
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| We were searching for solutions
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| Where nothing can be found at all
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| Through those rose-tinted glasses that made us see a lie
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| And we’re finally at the point again
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| Where this is slipping through our hands
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| So hard I tried
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| For countless times we tried
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| The countless times we kept on
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| Alluding what is right (Totally worn out)
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| Gave us a hard time
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| And finally forced me to decide
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| Panik
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| It’s the choices that we make
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| Not our abilities |