| I’m nineteen years young
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| And my mind is weathered
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| I’m nineteen years young
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| And things aren’t getting any clearer
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| Since '88
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| I’ve felt this hate
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| Suffocated by my inability
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| To overcome the unknown
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| Only fragments of memories
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| I can’t piece together
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| I can’t turn inwards
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| Because I can’t see
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| Because I can’t fully understand
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| Who I was born to be
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| I have a family who will
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| Always love the me that they never see
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| My tormented soul ravages me
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| After a lifetime of praying
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| I’ll come to an end
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| Only to find my years of praying have fallen
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| To deaf ears
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| Ideas come from nowhere
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| Where was the beginning of it all?
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| I’ve cheated, I’ve lied, I’ve stole, I’ve sold my soul
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| All in hopes of ending it all
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| The future I see looks bright
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| But the lights are dimming
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| The future I see looks bright
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| But the lights are dimming
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| But the lights are dimming
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| I’d pray to him if I thought he was real
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| I wouldn’t question him if he could make me feel
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| Anything other than apathy
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| Anything other than certain tragedy
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| I’ve got not other choice
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| But to have faith in life
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| Regardless of the end
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| I must live my life
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| I’m seeing the world in black and white
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| As if everyday I live is a memory
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| Of another persons life
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| As if everyday I live is from another’s life |