Five steps right
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no place left to rest
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inside nothing real
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Fear - clean white coats around
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Pain - angels might be found
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Hate - final truth was told
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Tears - freedom not allowed
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Constrained limbs
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cold blood all around as proof god is found
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Fear - next one could be you
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Pain - little gift for you
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Hate - out of frozen eyes
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Ruth - lamentable life
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Darkness
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somewhere lost screaming
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inside first agony
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Footfalls
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the door gets open
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your body is frozen
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than you can see eyes, cold as ice
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Laughing, crying, endless dying
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Questions left no way to respond
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Fear - clean white coats around
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Pain - angels might be found
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Truth - never-ending search
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Lies - always by your side
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Stumbling
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sometimes you're creeping
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Mind full of anxious fears
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Strapped down
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The blade well lighted
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a final command
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than you can see eyes, hateful eyes
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Right time to tell you
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what's their human right for
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so that you can die for
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Endless cries
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their truth will be found
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Fear - clean white coats around
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Pain - little gift for you
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Truth - never-ending search
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Lies - always will be there
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Finally
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Their words are gently
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Inside quite irony
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Strapped down
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your face well lighted
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inside the mirror
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than you can see eyes, full of lies
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Purification
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Mekong Delta |