Another era has come to an end
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You¡¯ll return to where it began
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Wandering at night on Ypres Rd.
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To determine why you walk in the woods alone
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A piece of out history I used to honour
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They disrespected and disgraced
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They took the ground upon which I walked
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And rubbed it in my face
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To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
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And nothing more
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A path through the woods of my past
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Where I was dragged across a forest floor
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They breathe in the stagnant air
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The poison sky shelters them from the sun
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No exposure, nothing grows
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No one ever wonders what lies beyond
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So set in their old ways
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They could only hope for change
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Instead they flaunt their stubborn pride
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Digging their own graves
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To me these woods are but a forest of metaphors
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And nothing more
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A path through the woods of my past
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Where I was dragged across a forest floor
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I see the truth hidden between the trees
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These tough woods are but delicate forest
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Everyone for themselves in the hallowed name of unity
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Finding comfort in their misery
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They were doomed beyond the reach of help
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Saved only by the unconditional love
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Of hate for a place they couldn¡¯t live without
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All that I hoped to change
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Would not be reversed by words alone
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It would require all of their efforts
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The lack of which was already set in stone
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At a time when I could take no more
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I was dragged across a forest floor
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Sticks and stones
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The combined discomfort of hundreds of pains
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Thorns and Needles
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I pull them out of my skin
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While walking home
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Accept the fact that they¡¯ve missed your point
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Conceal your motives and all your thoughts
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Keep your opinions to yourself
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Give them exactly what they want
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There¡¯s no hope for understanding
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Our differences would not be solved
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For my survival and my sanity
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In time I learned to have tolerance for you all
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Bite your tongue until it bleeds
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Choke down the blood so no one sees
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Fight the tears
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Let them fall within
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While you¡¯re here
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Never let your weakness show
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These woods are full of hope
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These woods are where I walk alone
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Even at times
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When standing still
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Strength and speed
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Still lie dormant within
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You will see me channel the pain
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As blood leaves my core and fills my veins
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These woods are but a forest of metaphors
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And nothing more
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The tall trees above
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They are the ones that exist
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The fallen leaves are those that have fallen to my feet
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The trails of broken branches
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These are the mistakes you make
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The seeds are the ones to be that I push in the earth
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With every step I take
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Dragged Across A Forest Floor
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| Woods Of Ypres |
