| She learned to run, before she could walk
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| A 1000 and l eyes waiting for her to fall
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| No teacher to teach her right from wrong
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| Only media icons to sculpt her lonely, lonely song
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| No life to envy
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| Corrupt and unworthy
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| Mercy sits, wondering why she’s here
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| Left to her own devices
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| A collection of cells
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| Made up by two hollow shells
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| Backs they turn the moment she’ll yearn, yearn
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| No life to envy
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| Corrupt and unworthy
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| Take me away
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| So life can’t find me
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| She follows a blackened path
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| A path walked by many a child
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| No holding hands, no wiping tears
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| But Mercy knows, she knows where this will lead
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| No one can touch me
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| No one can hurt me
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| No one can touch me there
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| If I don’t run from here my head with explode
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| I’m not your piece of flesh so you can unload
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| If I don’t break this silence no one can help me
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| If I speak now with any one believe me?
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| Black out, blank it out, close my eyes, filthy memory
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| Stale breath, rough hands, closed eyes
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| Its torn from me, my dignity |