Ignoring a loss of sight,
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Afraid to blink, I might lose the sun.
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But don't make this out, to be more,
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Than it isn't behind every lie.
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There's a burden within.
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Yes you're my son.
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This suffering,
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That's kept within.
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Disposable men, lost.
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Inside, he was negative.
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This place, once more was underground.
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So look and connect,
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we're refusing to rust.
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Healing has to begin, in the past.
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So don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't...
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This suffering,
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That's kept within.
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Disposable men, lost.
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Don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't...
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Fake, fake, fake.
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This suffering,
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That's kept within.
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Disposable men, lost.
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So don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't fake this,
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Don't... fake.
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Fake, fake.
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Don't Fake This
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| Chevelle |
