| Cross my bridge of thoughts,
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| in order to explore.
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| Confront the lost intentions,
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| in order to behold the multitude of anguish
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| that dwell inside of me.
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| Just turn your head this way
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| and hopefully you’ll see.
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| Break your wall and make yourself see,
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| what’s behind is strong enough to break free.
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| But you know what you have and not what you get,
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| so I know how you feel.
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| I struggle to decide
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| which agony to choose.
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| For better or for worse…
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| No matter, I still lose.
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| Their smiles, deceiving…
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| No point to run away.
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| In my final hour it makes no difference what I say.
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| I am entangled within Frustration’s web.
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| Deprived by reason, deprived by common sense.
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| Grant me at least a fraction of your stupendous grace,
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| and I’ll be waiting…
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| Confront the lost intentions,
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| in order to behold the multitude of anguish
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| that dwell inside of me.
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| Just turn you head this way,
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| and hopefully you’ll see.
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| You should have swallowed your pride,
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| and I would drip essence of my strength through love.
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| But now it’s too late, now it’s too late… |