yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast.
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that period i chose to bury my past.
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it tells of time-my back against the wall.
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back then, a victim of society to maul.
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spend your life pushing and shoving to climb to the top
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but you're held by a thread.
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all the work you've don't goes to waste
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because in this life you just cant get ahead.
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again my world came tumbling hard upon my back.
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life sifted through my hands like sand through an hourglass.
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it tells of time i'll never recapture.
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the grains controlling my life scarred me forever.
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so this is how it goes-you give with no return.
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you're always undertowed-can't get ahead.
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Undertow
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| Agnostic Front |
