Fear, life with interrogation
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Sorrow, is not the way to fight it
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Weakness, is not a virtue
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Shut out, the darkness lets the light in
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Waste, the vast human objective
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Statements, ambiguous decision
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Mask, what is making you unique
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Search, for what can kill the time you leak
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What if the world stopped turning?
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What if the stars stopped burning?
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Would you blame that on me or would you let it go?
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I know my vices, tell me what I don't know, elude
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Shame, as it unfold the story
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Frugal, the hidden sanctuary
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Wind, the clock before it will stop
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Stained, those memories that were lost
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I'm sick of all your protest
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I'm done with telling all these lies
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Complete the circuit that's interfering with my life
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The resurrection is the dark angelic form of life
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I'm claustrophobic from
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The truth that always seems to die
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With This We Learn
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| Eight Fingers Down |
