| My pulse is pounding
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| I’m weighed down by doubt’s persistence
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| I’m wondering if I’m headed anywhere
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| I’ve got no sense of direction
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| But that’s my burden to bare
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| I’ve spent my whole life chasing images out on the horizon
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| But the image I chase is the one that always seems to fade
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| But you won’t see me crumbling under the weight of what I can’t escape
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| Now I feel my finger around the trigger
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| I’m out of touch with the common man
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| I’m pounding pavement
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| Yeah I’m on a mission to put the world in the palm of my hand
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| What’s the sense in purpose
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| If I loathe all I see? |
| put my hands up and blot them out
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| Peace is distance from my surroundings
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| But you won’t see me running backwards
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| Or begging for a clean slate
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| If you spoke to me I’d whisper words so heavy they’d crush your dreams just as
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| quick as they had come to be
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| Because after you’ve done all that you can
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| You’ll be God damned and just stand in the lake of fire |