| Where is the light that I thought I was promised?
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| Where is the truth, and the hope and the way?
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| I’ve lost my footing, my spine, my eyes
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| Everything keeps slipping away
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| Where is the storybook ending
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| The love, the joy, the laughter?
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| Is all there is just nothing at all?
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| Is there anything that matters?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| And after everything, why is it still so lonely?
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| So blank, so dry, so numb
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| Are we brought up just to crack and bleed out?
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| Unravel, coming undone
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| Is this all we get?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| Is this all we get?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| Is this all we get?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| Is this all we get?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| Is this all we get?
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| Is this all we get for our lives?
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| Is this all we get? |