Let's call this everything what is seems
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A violent distortion of all my dreams
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And still it burns inside of me
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Just to spite the cold that seems to feed
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When everything and nothing become the same
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And everyone's at fault but no one's to blame
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Question is
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Will you remain the same?
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Or will you half step you life away?
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Now I'm lost in this without all the rest
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It seems so close but so far away
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Fall in line or be what's forgotten
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Never nothing
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Hurts as much to say
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And though I try
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so why do you give this away?
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So you will know
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This love I call a life
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Then you will say
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So why do you give this away?
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So you will know this love I call a life
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Defining definitions of what should be
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One part honest and two parts mean
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Believing nothing
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Seeing is all I need
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Judging for myself what will come for me
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When all of it is here it moves so slow
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Planting all the seeds of doubt that grow
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But I wonder will I know
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When these fields of hate take hold
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Now I'm lost in this without all the rest
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It seems so close but so far away
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Fall in line or be what's forgotten
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Never nothing
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Hurts as much to say
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And though I try
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so why do you give this away?
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So you will know
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This love I call a life
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Then you will say
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So why do you give this away?
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So you will know this love I call a life
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But with all things involving the dream
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The push
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Pull is not what it seems
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The love
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Hate of what it all means
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Has taken the life out of me
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And I know that it's so hard to find
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And then even harder to hide
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But it's yours to decide
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With Deepest Regrets...
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| Dry Kill Logic |
