| At the wake of the storm
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| Many flurries of cold and furious thoughts
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| Hardly managed to drag me down
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| I heard it all from another room
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| Stolen words from mouths of fools
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| So what else is new still they can’t keep their cool
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| I live to justify to give the reasons why
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| You won’t see right through me, see right through me
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| All of this can’t be real the poor state that im in
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| Discomfort in my sleep may have brought me here
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| All the vows are broken, all the guilt that I’m wearin' of bein' here
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| Of bein' here so unprotected
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| I live to justify to give the reasons why
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| You won’t see right through me, see right through me
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| I live to justify, say the reason why you may sense my fear
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| But you won’t see right through me
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| Overhead and closer up there
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| See the Earth’s fadin' nations
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| Shuttles, Spaceships, Satellites
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| All gathered up there hypnotized
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| I may climb the highest fences
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| Face the worthless consequences
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| Obscured, shattered is the sky
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| Another lesson learned in time
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| Many lacks of confidence
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| In hidden useless conversations
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| I live to justify to say the reason why
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| You won’t see right through me, see right through me
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| I live to justify to say the reason why you may sense my fear
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| But you won’t see right through me |