| I can see things differently now that the stitches have ripped from eyes*
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| I’m tired of sailing without the sail.
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| The water turns black with all of the deceit around me.
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| Is it time to spark that small light?
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| To make a flame inside me.
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| To make a flame inside of me.
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| Burning through my heart melting away pride and ignorance.
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| I’m tired of driving down that road and seeing all of the blank signs and
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| taking years for it to hit me.
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| Oh, show me the ways to help these people, help these people, including myself.
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| Help me, help me, help me, help us.
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| This life we live is disappointing.
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| I’m tired of falling into guilt, that long never ending drop.
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| I want to grab the sides of that cliff and make the climb back up,
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| screaming at the top of my lungs.
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| Oh, show me the way to help these people, help these people, including myself.
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| I’m tired of falling into guilt.
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| There is a war within us that must be stopped before it ends us now.
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| I’m not losing sight of what needs to be.
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| I will not fall away. |