there is this energy
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that flows from withing
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there is this volition
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that's constantly repressed
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the ability to connect
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to live and love without regret
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exists inside the self
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before barriers obscure it
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subdued by artificial means
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bondage that bites into weak flesh
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sedatives to tranquilize
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drain the meaning from our lives
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a theft, a self imposed sentenced
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doomed to watch devoid of passion
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we cannot stand idly by
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as the years are drained from our lives
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real truth and interaction
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obscured by false pretense
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do you think that you are free?
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is that really what you believe
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can you see out past the blinds
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placed on your perception
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there is no way not to notice those
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whose eyes are dull and lifeless
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succumbed to promises of fullfillment
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a tragedy of epic proportions
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there is this energy
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that flows from withing
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there is this volition
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that's constantly repressed
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the ability to connect
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to live and love without regret
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exists inside the self
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before barriers obscure it
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don't let numbness
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replace your spirit
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don't live in fear
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of the gifts you've been given
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we can never exist fully
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underneath chemical repression
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Sugar, Free Donuts
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If Hope Dies |