i'll trace my steps backwards so far
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until all my tears run dry
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looking further from what is feared the most
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i'll cherish this time i'll face hate
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confusion haunts, reality hurts
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tears run down my own face running into myself
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an object so impossible for me to escape
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i've been hunting myself, realizations revealed
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the hunted is now the hunter, and the hunter is the prey
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Walking This Fine Line
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| In Pieces |
