| Life is the casualty to its own weight
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| Causality is what determines fate
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| Praying for answers and sending good thoughts
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| Does not give back a piece of what’s lost
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| Pretend gods blush at the mere thought
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| That there is something just past the top rung
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| As desperate ladders sprout from the ground
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| The weeds and the flowers are the same to the sun
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| Life is the casualty to its own weight
|
| Causality is what determines fate
|
| Praying for answers and sending good thoughts
|
| Does not give back a piece of what’s lost
|
| Pretend gods blush at the mere thought
|
| That there is something just past the top rung
|
| As desperate ladders sprout from the ground
|
| The weeds and the flowers are the same to the sun
|
| Pretend gods blush at the mere thought
|
| That there is something just past the top rung
|
| As desperate ladders sprout from the ground
|
| The weeds and flowers are the same to the sun
|
| The weeds and flowers are the same to the sun
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| The weeds and flowers are the same to the sun |