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If my shadow could only talk oh the things it would tell / Of every little piece of heaven, every chunk of hell / You’d know everything hid
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She sings a song of redemption As we all strive for our dream,
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Chained down by these paved melancholic concrete walkways Streets that erode as the dawn of time fluidly flows
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Craving what cannot return to my senses
In my moment of nostalgia, I’ve let down my defenses
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Breaking all language barriers across the nations
A diverse relation with alluring sensations
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Time may not be enough for…
Each spirit shattered
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Back to black and white; the simplicity
My lyrics will blend ever beautifully
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Reading a book where the words take you worlds apart
Writing down experiences in life through a journal, song, or poetry
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This level of connection is beyond even my comprehension
I’ve developed this new appreciation of creation
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Now I can see with unaltered eyes
Through each masquerade and disguise
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You pulled off the masquerade
Does it make you feel accomplished?
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This time brings back memories
Of those lost, never to return
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My hand writes in my heart’s blood
While the crimson ink spills into an endless flood
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Weep tears of sorrow
Drown in the flow
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Yesterday is obscured but remembered
In a land where the essence of time is cherished
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I’m sick of him pushing every little button under my skin
Knowing just where to place his words
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A bird unassuming soars, into the morning sky to only be shot down
All the world turns black
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If only I could be free of damnation
A world without judgment
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Ancient voices ring a tragic melody
Arrangement of each voice interwoven
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Putrid to those who see beyond beneath the nakedness You’ve created a monster that is constantly hungering
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I step in between
Slumber weakens in this time
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Uncovering the strength we never thought possible
Traversing paths we never thought crossable
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Eyes linger across vacant hallways...
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Don’t let the world with its many traps and demons kill your drive
Strive to live your destiny…cause you’re the one who’s in control of your life
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Steer me furthest from being in between like a changing shade of gray
Stir thirst within my soul to discover the narrow path’s way
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Only the age of four or five that year
Vivid lingering image so damn clear
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We don’t always understand every skin’s color
Yet we all bleed the same red blood connected to each other
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“Stop treating me like this!” I demand
Your black and blue ways of affection I can’t understand
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Does it trouble you to find reality isn’t as picture perfect as it seems?
Do you understand each lingering memory, my nightmares in my sleep?
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Was it some sick game you planned in your head?
Let’s see how far I can take this!
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Where are you?
I’m looking for an answer that I guess can’t be found
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Not understanding the reasons for her walking away
Before he had even aged one single day
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Giving you the same treatment of what you called respect
Not listening to a damn word you say
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You’re a stirring old creature of devastation
Taking advantage of mankind’s hesitation
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Let your broken working wings stretch out to the sky
You are strong enough…don’t be afraid to fly!
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