a damage past is haunting me
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creeps in won't let me breathe
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i can't quite grasp psychotic thoughts (and me) the troubles lie beneath
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we won't back down its far too late
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paying the price of endeless pain our love, our hate
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which on will you embrace
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now i can't pretend
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to live this life of plastic happiness
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this plastic happiness
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because one chance is all we get to kill the questions in our minds
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just one more chance to turn around this life
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break through the structure that we see
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reach true surrondings that we seek
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and force the path we know is right
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this won't conquer quietly
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we won't back down its far too late
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paying the price of endeless pain our love, our hate
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which on will you embrace
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i'm so sad to say i've watched this tragedy take everything away from me
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i write words for my own survival
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if you don't hear them then they mean nothing at all
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i won't live like this
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in plastic happiness
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Plastic
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| Walls of Jericho |
