| When I walked up all you caught was the shade of my hat on my face
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| My ways are in pain, from the strain of my ways
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| Chains engraved in my physical days, in physical waves
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| I get physical strength from my individual ways
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| Meanwhile I’m not fulfilled, this feeling shall not be stilled
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| Rewind time and rewrite lines for the kinds of you to feel
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| Docile if you so will, fragile and you go downhill
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| Drinking wine, forgetting time, now time to be refilled
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| They say if you snooze you loose
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| Well I spend my days, dazed and confused
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| Is it cause I blaze all day and fade, then that’s old news
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| If it’s new to you, this is Yarah rapping the blues
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| Don’t get used to it, running mascara I refuse
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| Closed doors prevent outsiders from viewing
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| But struggling alone makes it tough for pursuing
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| Dreams, but it seems all I get are sleepless nights
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| Nightmares about losing loved ones and losing fights
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| You take drugs to psyche your mind
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| You take wine, to forget about time
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| You create a world of your own
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| Where the truth, will never be known
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| I work when the work seems like play
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| And hate to play when the work seems to work my way, I say
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| I work my way through everyday that I play my way
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| Now.
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| Hear what I say, hear what I say
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| Makes it all seem hopeless like impending cancellations
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| The locks will open someday continued determination
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| Restless infection destroys spiritual vaccinations
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| And I will head for my destination
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| I stand alone at the crossroads of death inhale the breath
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| Of lost souls that left in and out of consciousness
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| Drinking wine reminds me of what honest is
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| Making me wonder where the hell the logic is?
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| We’re all lost, we’re all tossed, at a lost cause
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| Fight between ourselves, relieve ourselves, and then we all fall
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| Through the wall, through it all, who we are?
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| No denying that at 5 foot I still stand tall
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| You take drugs to psyche your mind
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| You take wine, to forget about time
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| You create a world of your own
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| Where the truth, will never be known
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| The bluebird flew over the fields of sorrow
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| As I left the scene and the dream watching the souls wallow
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| Left you for more, left the room hollow
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| Many will fall, a lot more will follow
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| Many will fall
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| A lot more will follow
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| Follow
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| Many will fall
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| A lot more will follow
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| Follow
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| Many will fall
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| A lot more will follow
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| Follow
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| Many will fall
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| A lot more will follow |