| Cold lungs inflate with a burn
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| Displaced at every turn
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| Desperate to maintain
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| Some semblance of dignity
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| And we all fight wars
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| That can’t be seen
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| Solemnly, and we suffer
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| Like the martyrs we are
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| All I hear is
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| A never-ending plea
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| Drained and pulled in
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| To our own misery
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| And we’ve forgotten, it seems
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| Everyone’s alone and everyone bleeds
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| We’re haunted by the thoughts more than the
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| Toil, tired of being alone
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| And the fingers you’ve worn to the bone
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| Are feeble, yet clawing for more
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| Yet, you wish it all away
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| Like embers burning
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| A captious voice within
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| Scarred and frail
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| Breaking through tender skin
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| And what we already have
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| We hardly deserve
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| Yet, our hands are outstretched
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| Like the beggars we are
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| And we’ve forgotten, it seems
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| Everyone’s alone and everyone bleeds
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| We’re haunted by the thoughts more than the
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| Toil, tired of being alone
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| And the fingers you’ve worn to the bone
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| Are feeble, yet clawing for more
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| Yet, you wish it all away
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| Some will acknowledge their own descent
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| And some will drown amidst their own contempt
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| Contempt!
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| I look for the cracks to find an escape
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| Somewhere to take a moment to catch my breath
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| All I find is flaws in myself and others
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| Awaking demons screaming, «I am here»
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| Yeah!
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| Tired of being alone
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| And the fingers you’ve worn to the bone
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| Are feeble, yet clawing for more
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| Yet, you wish it all away |