We should of known it'd be like this,
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An upward struggle of falling down,
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We've taken comfort in loathing,
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It's where we used play anyway.
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What you can see is only half of who you are,
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What you can say is only half of what you mean,
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The days just seem to be longer,
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There's no more strength in these broken hands,
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Our faces sunken with hunger,
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Turning upward we fall to our knees.
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Closure
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| East West |
