as an uprising son
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(it hallows)
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as a tragedy of facts
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(it hallows)
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as an unfailing glory
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(it hallows)
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as a melody of trust
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(it hallows)
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this burden
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a companion of mine
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my mindclaw
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breaking my speech
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a mask of panic
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hiding the flesh
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not more inside than outside
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in a time of restlessness
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my existence is brought into ruin
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how dead can life be
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I am the core of pain
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discontent smothers life
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weakness controls being
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all this shame on my small world
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can I deprive myself of the unwanted
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screaming tears
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cutting my eyes
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me between it
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and yourself
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right at the end
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before I started
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let the worm grow
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up to the deadline
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will you trust me as I am now
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will you respect me as I am now
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will you hold me as I am now
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will you love me as I am now
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a fact cannot be handled as a lie
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it should be proclaimed as a warning
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no end to see and my time runs short
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a taste of fear enters my mouth
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when it grows up you can never know
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how to deal with it or how to name it
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as my show ends and the lights go down
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I will be the martyr of my weakness
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spit it out
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admire your work
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contentment occurs
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hope you will not find my weakness in it
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Silence For A Day
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| Pagan Lorn |
