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A source of anger,
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A source of me,
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A kind of raging,
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Sadly I can't see.
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He walks on past me,
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I follow close and let,
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the fear inside him flow.
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The sense of reason,
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The sense of aim created this,
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Created the pain.
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To doubt his pain,
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Left to rot away,
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the truth and all came back to me.
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The same mistakes again,
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You make the same mistakes again,
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Leave it on the table,
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Leave it up to him,
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Leave it on the table,
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Leave it up to him.
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The sense of reason,
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The sense of aim created this,
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Created the pain.
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To doubt his pain,
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Left to rot away,
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The truth and all came back to me,
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The same mistakes again,
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You make the same mistakes again,
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You make the same mistakes again.
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same mistakes
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| Unbelievable Truth |
