It may cost me everything, to follow,
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already been through hell and back
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Since were into counting the costs we know exactly how much it? worth
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Can I say the anger always builds up, easily, taken to point of
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So far, to the brink that I don? even recognize myself anymore
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This cracked mirror life just ain? for me
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Stiff necked rebellion retreat
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It? like someone is knocking at my heart
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I can? recognize my face from before
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No more excuses from these lips, darkness will never steal true light
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True light, since we are into counting the costs
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we know how much it? worth
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Can't Recognize The Face
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