Each day I say that today won't be like yesterday
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But it stays this way
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Today and everyday I pray that today will feel a different way
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But it stays this way...
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The weight of the world has fallen and the rubble is at my feet
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The voice of a girl is calling
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I can hear but she's buried so deep
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All of my truths are broken
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They're fragments of love and hate
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The words that remain are a token of honesty that came too late
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Here in the midst of madness washed up by the tides of war
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Try to resist the sadness but the pressure is hard to endure
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Yet we begin again still playing our games And everyone's innocent-
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Just victims of change
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Wearing a mask of freedom and hiding behind a smile
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Playing the role of a leader, pretending for just a while
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Everything seems an illusion echoing around my brain, trapped in a vast seclusion
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Where the images fall like rain
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And we begin again still playing our games
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And everyone's innocent-just victims of change
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Living in sin again with no one to blame
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And everyone's innocent-just victims of change
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Each day I say that today won't be like yesterday
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but it stays this way
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Today and everyday i pray that today will feel a different way
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But it stays this way
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The Weight of the World
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| Alana Davis |