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My shadow's
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Shedding skin and
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I've been picking
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Scabs again.
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I'm down
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Digging through
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My old muscles
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Looking for a clue.
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I've been crawling on my belly
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Clearing out what could've been.
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I've been wallowing in my own confused
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And insecure delusions
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For a piece to cross me over
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Or a word to guide me in.
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I wanna feel the changes coming down.
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I wanna know what I've been hiding in
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My shadow.
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Change is coming through my shadow.
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My shadow's shedding skin
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I've been picking
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My scabs again.
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I've been crawling on my belly
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Clearing out what could've been.
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I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
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And insecure delusions.
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I wanna feel the change consume me,
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Feel the outside turning in.
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I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
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Cleansing I've endured within
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My shadow
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Change is coming.
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Now is my time.
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Listen to my muscle memory.
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Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
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Forty-six and two ahead of me.
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I choose to live and to
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Grow, take and give and to
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Move, learn and love and to
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Cry, kill and die and to
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Be paranoid and to
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Lie, hate and fear and to
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Do what it takes to move through.
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I choose to live and to
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Lie, kill and give and to
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Die, learn and love and to
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Do what it takes to step through.
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See my shadow changing,
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Stretching up and over me.
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Soften this old armor.
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Hoping I can clear the way
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By stepping through my shadow,
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Coming out the other side.
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Step into the shadow.
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Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
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