With your pride
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You are spraying the souls
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Not for me
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And not for who I am.
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At any image area
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You feel at home
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Just to see
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How far you can go
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To behave like a child
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Just to see how honest we are
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To get us surprised as we are
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To find out how deep a smile can hurt
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To find out how deep a thought can be
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To find out a thing you will never know
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Without killing and overstraining the bow
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Tears in your eyes ruined by a laugh
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Many words burden your thoughts
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Every soul cries no matter how it kills
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There is nothing you could understand
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Nothing you would ever choose
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Nothing you would ever bare
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Nothing you would ever feel
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Nothing you would ever know
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Nothing you would ever see
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Nothing you would ever reach
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Nothing you would ever get
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Nothing you would ever be
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Do not need a mirror
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To see My sad eyes
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Do not need broken glass
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To feel my inner-wrong
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An unlived dream
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Does not have to grow
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Still in the nowhere
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Still ain't coming home
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Your front is washed away
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By an icy rain, a burning sun
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Can finally melt, what
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You have already known
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A new picture is born
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Remote, empty, lifeless
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Your lies will not catch you
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When you fall, when you cry, when you die
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Still left behind
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Wearing my smile
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A crown of nothing
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It is the same dust
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You have swallowed
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A long time ago
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You know this game
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It is your own harvest
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By jerks you stand up
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Reacting on yourself
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The deepest fall cannot
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Melt such a heart
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You are the winner
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Of your lost game
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Epitome
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Pagan Lorn |