free at last, I'm the past,
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undone in unknown prison,
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I'm holding on. Peace and need?
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A mouth to feed?
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I'm standing way on
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the other side. I'm staring
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right back at myself,
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and through it's frozen image,
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I'm laughing right back
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at my health - Lifelong
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Arms in knots, never spot,
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My blood is fading
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on the world. Stealing keys?
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Soul to me?
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and to the Brotherhood with what
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writes the pain.
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I'm staring
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right back at myself,
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and through it's frozen image,
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I'm laughing right back
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at my health - Lifelong
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I'm a lifer.
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I'm staring
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right back at myself,
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and through it's frozen image,
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I'm laughing right back
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at my health
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I'm a lifer.
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Lifter
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