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'Only the tame birds have a longing. The wild ones fly.'
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So once again
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Another New Year's Eve will ease our pain
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Faith for the few
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And rites that will make us so brave
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So new
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We laugh and we cheer for a Happy New Year
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Happy?
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Candles burn down
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And in the darkness future comes around
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We smile - all aware
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But never speaking of the masks we wear
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Blind!
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Turning mirrors upside down
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Won't make dust fall off the ground
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Hiding wounds won't ease the pain
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Sleep won't make you whole again
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Change the inside!
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...drink the rain...
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Dressing our words
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Seeing the dirt and flaws inside us hurts
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One final glass
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A sour taste from our promises
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I bid farewell and crawl out of my shell
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I'm awake!
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I see the mistakes I make
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Hiding wounds won't ease the pain
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Sleep won't make you whole again
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Change the inside...
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Today I found a seed of sorrow
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The harvest leaves a soil of shame
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Now I undress and face tomorrow
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And brave I walk to meet the blame
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I'll search my home outside these borders
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I'll run to meet up with the past
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A Resolution for the New Life
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This time I know it's gonna last
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And I will...
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Change the inside
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Drink the rain
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Open my wounds to heal the pain
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Learn the work of The Machine...
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[II: Spirit of Man]
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New Year's Eve
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PAIN OF SALVATION |