| I’d fear the things they’d say when I’m not around.
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| Crashing image, painting me failure.
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| Because I’ve sold myself a slave.
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| A slave to a cause that holds no end…
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| And still I am nothing short of being broken hearted,
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| Thieving wings from innocence departed.
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| Locking eyes with hopes I just can’t kill,
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| Staring at shoes that I may never fill.
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| My wish, I wish, I’m wishing for the day
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| When I can break these chains, and take to the sky.
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| But now it seems my humanity is too much for me,
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| I’m watching freedom pass me by.
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| We’re told that life is learning,
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| But all I’m learning is that life is full of holes.
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| We’re told the past is burning, tides are turning,
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| There is no place we cannot go.
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| Then why am I stuck here with one foot in heaven
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| A foot in hell and a heart that’s in between?
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| Stomach disgust, mourn inspiration lost.
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| It’s all I have to rise up and stir the war inside of me.
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| A fight that holds no end…
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| But I’m not dead, no I’m not dead. |