| All given hope’s the same
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| Now it’s all time to kill the pain
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| Complaints covering a whining tongue
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| Try to speak a mouth of truths
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| To time to recollect for ill-mannered self-neglect
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| Stand on your own two feet
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| Stability a broken strand of string
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| Outstretched, out of reach
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| Not enough rest for this brainstaking quest
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| These moods among the elite
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| Sitting down… to re-examine mistakes
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| Overly analytical war-gaming
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| Slurring syllables, un-sober moment one use to regret
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| Non-scapegoat mouth… oversee several ideas
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| Losing it inside
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| These words are like a dyslexic interpretation of the wrong
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| A quiet moment for love gone bad
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| No time to waste for a second guess
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| This look on your face
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| So pathetic
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| Stealing fear from an innocent mind
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| Distilled existence to collapse into tears
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| All in your hands now
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| Change it
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| Don’t be what others think or want
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| Fuck the law, create your own
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| The heretic, the witch, a martyr for the weak
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| Shoved down lives of ambition
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| Stop whispering the truth to yourself
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| Under a breath of lies, a false disguise
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| Spell caster of curse words
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| Spoken stones to be thrown at guilt-covered society
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| Give it till tomorrow
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| Give it a couple days
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| Blank face, lying smile
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| Bothered by flawed events
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| You only wished you hadn’t given till it hurt
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| A backward decision on your part
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| Now this is starting over
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| And less the man A selfish instinct overdose
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| Re-assure the growth
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| A traitor to your own words
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| These bitter terms swapped
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| Intentions never there
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| Never to lend a hand
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| Don’t look back
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| Behind your backs
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| They grew to men
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| Halt… permission to stand… a grown man
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| Symbolize the rape of freedom
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| The loss to see all
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| To decide on your own |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Grown Man, artist - Soilent Green. Album song A Deleted Symphony for the Beaten Down, in the genre