| Inside I divide.
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| So take this spark of life,
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| Ignite the blueprint of design that lit the flame that burns.
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| In an instant I will find I’m getting nowhere fast when all my thoughts become
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| unclear.
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| And they cloud the mind.
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| Thoughts turn to dust then disappear.
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| When I need to recognise who I am with my own eyes.
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| Once again I try to hide.
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| On the inside I divide.
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| When I need to recognise who I am with my own eyes.
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| Will that hatred turn to lies?
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| I can’t help but feel that I dropped so hard when I fell.
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| And I can feel that I need to ask myself.
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| When I’m looking to define «What it means to me.»
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| Is the weight within my mind all those questions I keep on asking?
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| To explain my own life to me in a way I can believe.
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| When I need to recognise who I am with my own eyes.
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| Once again I try to hide.
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| On the inside I divide.
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| When I need to recognise who I am with my own eyes.
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| Will that hatred turn to lies?
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| I can’t help but feel that,
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| Misplaced trust somewhere in me.
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| Searching for all that I need.
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| I dropped so hard when I fell.
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| And I can feel that…
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| Mistrust in me and I can feel that mistrust in me.
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| When I fell from the family. |