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Shallow Seasons
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The sullen man before me turns a head and demonstrates
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The power of a weak mind can't conceal or captivate
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It's lost in a bleak scope of fragmented ways
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Eternal non-events occur throughout its poor days
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You're lost forever unable to see yourself
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The thoughts arising, there's
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no disguising where you've been...
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Reveal to me, your mind's identify
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You'll pay, pay for the feelings that you feed me
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Don't hold on to what you call a life...
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Anger compels a force of weakness or fear
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I'll promise no forgiveness for the rest of my years
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A negative release, subliminal urge
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Unwish declining, grey thoughts reviving all the way...
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Your fallen prey, a loser pays
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You'll pay for the feelings that you feed me
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Don't hold on to what you call a life...
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Shallow Seasons
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| Paradise Lost |
