I once felt comfortable
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With enemies but now I see
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A hopeless situation endlessly
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My memory, is on a loop
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It goes around
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Things are so tough now, I'm torn inside
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What if I run away?
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Things are not
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Getting any better
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I didn't want to
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See a world collide
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What if I hide away?
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Things are not
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Getting any better
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Not from where I stand!
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Another day begins to pick up a pen
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I'm staying in
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I try to document what's happening
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And not pretend, that life will be
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Just like before
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Not From Where I Stand
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| Bodyjar |
