| It’s is just the way it starts the way it feels
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| The mission will trying to find the need
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| What makes to another for the way it goes
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| The facts to a making are turning gold
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| One by one they set to fall
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| So distinguished alarming to go through it all
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| Forging to something that wasn’t meant
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| To be in the shadow of make believe
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| Run down
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| You try to make me
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| Run down
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| The struggle within me
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| I give it away and now I am so tired
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| There is nothing more left to find
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| I’ll be wanting to change
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| Two lives worth of reckoning
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| It hurts to be blind
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| And how I’ve been fading lives
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| I’ve been growing to pick my side
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| And it let me be me for the reckoning
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| It’s just the way I need to plant that seed
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| Will tear down for nothing will channel our greed
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| All I’m asking for is to reach the point
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| Where I won’t dwell on resentful times
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| Run down
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| You try to make me
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| Run down
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| The struggle within me
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| Oh, right
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| I give it away and now I am so tired
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| There is nothing more left to find
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| I’ll be wanting to change
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| Two lives worth of reckoning
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| It hurts to be blind
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| And how I’ve been fading lives
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| I’ve been growing to pick my side
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| And it let me be me for the reckoning
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| When I see the grateful day
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| The hours in me from the start to the threshold
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| It’ll be the greatest slay
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| The force I will turn will shift to burn
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| I’m holding on and you’ll stick with that
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| Releasing the kill, replacing courage by will
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| It will be the sweetest relief, the struggle may fade
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| And the air I would breathe
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| I give it away and now I am so tired
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| There is nothing more left to find
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| I’ll be wanting to change
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| Two lives worth of reckoning
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| It hurts to be blind
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| And how I’ve been fading lives
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| I’ve been growing to pick my side
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| And it let me be me for the reckoning |