| Leaning against what’s next to me
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| Have no fear, won’t see
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| Will it eat me up or bring me down
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| I’ll gradually make up my mind
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| My mind
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| Revolution within myself
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| I’m puzzled, still overwhelmed
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| By the stories that you would tell
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| They always send me something
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| Revolution within myself
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| Within myself
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| Let me give my best
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| I won’t depend
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| This time I will make
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| Another plan to find
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| What’s left and nothing less
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| Still I won’t tread
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| I’ll find my own way
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| To make it all worthwhile
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| Call, call on me darkness
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| Wait, wait on me now
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| Won’t you say
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| Say that I’m sorry
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| 'Cause I won’t wait
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| I’ve found another form
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| It’s breeding life
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| It must have been there
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| The whole time when I was dead
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| 'Cause I was pledged to emptiness
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| And now I’ve let myself
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| To see all the things
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| I just didn’t expect
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| Still I remember
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| Still I repent
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| I’d walk through the never
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| Despite my descent
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| Reborn, acknowledging the part
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| Of me that once was lost
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| I have repressed, too many years
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| My utopia was within my grasp
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| Doomed in absentia
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| Left to be sentenced
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| Still rising to cherish
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| All the things I have left
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| Call, call on me darkness
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| Wait, wait on me now
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| Won’t you say
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| Say that I’m sorry
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| 'Cause I won’t wait |