| I went on the search for something true
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| I was almost there when I found you
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| Sooner than my fate was wrote
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| A perfect blade, it slit my throat
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| And beads of lust, released into the air
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| When I awoke you were standing there
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| I was on the mend when I fell through
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| The sky around was anything but blue
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| I found as I regained my feet, a wound across my memory
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| That no amount of stitches would repair
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| But I awoke and you were standing there
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| There’s no fortune at the end of a road
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| That has no end
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| There’s no returning to the spoils
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| Once you’ve spoiled the thought of them
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| There’s no falling back to sleep
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| Once you’ve awakened from the dream
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| Now I’m rested and I’m ready
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| I’m rested and I’m ready to begin
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| I’m ready to begin
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| I went on the search for something real
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| Traded what I know for how I feel
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| But the ceiling and the walls collapsed
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| Upon the darkness I was trapped
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| And as the last of breath was drawn from me
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| Light broke in and brought me to my feet
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| There’s no fortune at the end of a road
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| That has no end
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| There’s no returning to the spoils
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| Once you’ve spoiled the thought of them
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| There’s no falling back to sleep
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| Once you’ve awakened from the dream
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| Now I’m rested and I’m ready
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| I’m rested and I’m ready
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| Yeah, I’m rested and I’m ready
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| I’m rested and I’m ready
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| Yeah, I’m rested and I’m ready
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| I’m rested and I’m ready
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| To begin
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| I’m ready to begin |