| I’ve lived my life without direction
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| Holding on to a gift given long ago
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| Because of this I’ll pay for my mistakes the rest of my life
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| Dragging my body along the black expanse
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| I can smell the burning trail left behind
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| I’m not a failure
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| I’m not alone
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| As this comes to a close I look back
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| Hoping to see myself
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| And it’s not because of the blaze I’ve left
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| It’s possible I’ve burned everything in my path
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| I turn back and say because of how you have lived your life you will not find
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| your way again
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| I look back
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| Because of how you have lived your life
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| You will not find your way again
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| Because of this I’ll pay for my mistakes the rest of my life
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| I’m not a failure
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| I’m not alone
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| I’ve lived my life without direction holding on to a gift given long ago
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| Dragging my body along the black expanse
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| I can smell the burning trail I have left behind
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| I’m not a failure
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| I’m not alone |