Those roads and streets they cut.
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They cut off circulation.
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Just like chains around my wrists.
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Yeah.
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Pushing me in these same directions.
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Caught in a maze of dull routine.
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A body in motion, a mind crippled in inertia.
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Looking for an avenue of escape.
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Begging for release, from these paths worn thin.
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The feelings that IĦŻve seen and done all this before.
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Rushing straight towards us all.
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We feel the callings of our futures.
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The push and full, the force of time continues ever forward.
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Our hopes and dreams overcome.
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Crumbled by forced reason.
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Two tide of age and despair.
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Dashing us against walls weĦŻve erected.
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Buried below the weight of our screams.
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To live and die and lose the sense of.
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What it is that makes us strong.
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Is the single greatest crime.
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Which we are all guilty of.
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To let the fire in our hearts.
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Wink out without slightest protest.
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The sound of progress thundering in our ears.
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To feel the wind across my face.
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IĦŻll tear these towers down.
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And embrace the day.
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Rushing straight towards us all.
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We feel the calling of our futures.
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The push and pull of time.
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The force of time continues ever forward.
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To live and die and lose the sense of.
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What it is that makes us strong.
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Is the single greatest crime.
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Which we are all guilty of.
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To let the fire in our hearts.
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Wink out without slightest protest.
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The sound of progress thundering in our ears.
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Seige Equipment For Spiritual Decline
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| If Hope Dies |
