so i find my way home again
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the streets all mine another night
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of searching for a truth
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in our lies wasting precious time
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forcing impossible of convincing myself
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it'll work out tomorrow
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try to follow the outline of what should come
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to be only to find
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i'm overcome by fatigue
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an empty routine created for show
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has become just another escape from the world
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fabricating our mock progress
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faking smiles
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no one has to know the bleakness face to face
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with our undying will to make it just scraping
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gathering all pieces to complete
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the picture still hoping for comfirmation
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that this will never end respond to accusations
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from my thoughts in need of answers
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for where we are submerged into diluted
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efforts can't manage to pull out
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i've told myself
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i'm not tired so far a devotion too strong
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Tired
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| Choke |
