Pull me from the wreck
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or watch and stand serene
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shards of broken glass
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shattered like the innocence we lost so long ago
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See me empty
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and fill me with a false sense of warmth and cold, so cold
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I don't owe you anything
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purge this skin of feeling
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left me cold and trembling
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I don't owe you anything
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Am I afraid of
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how much sense this makes
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do I deny
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and tempt the inevitable
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can I restrain this flood
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from rising rising rising...
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I get carried away
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can I restrain this flood
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Flood
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| Greenwheel |
