| Messed up, once again
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| told me it’s OK
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| but this path that I’m taking
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| I’m lost in the deep end
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| One last chance, never more
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| told me it’s all right
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| in this sea of denial
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| I’m cleansed in the fire
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| So why is it me,
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| am I blinded or too blind to see?
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| (am I too blind to see?!)
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| why was I born?
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| not a part of this society?
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| Again and again I tried
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| so hard, to reach for the stars
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| but I failed you all
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| tried to keep standing tall
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| never had a real chance at all
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| but still I’m searching
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| Same thing, different day
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| tried to make a change
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| left with nothing more to live for
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| but everything to die for
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| humanity, insanity, the everlasting grip
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| lost all will to keep trying
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| our bed we must lie in
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| So why was I born
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| Not a part of this society?
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| Again and again I tried
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| so hard, to reach for the stars
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| but I failed you all
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| tried to keep standing tall
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| never had a real chance at all
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| but still I’m searching for
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| Ten thousand ways to say sorry
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| but life writes its own tragic story
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| time marches onwards and
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| nothing can ever be the same
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| But we’ll pray for a brighter tomorrow
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| break free from this lifetime of sorrow
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| years pass us by but we’re all just a part of the game
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| I tried so hard
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| to reach for the stars
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| but I failed you all
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| tried to keep standing tall
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| never had a real chance at all
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| but still I’m searching
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| For ten thousand ways to say sorry
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| but life writes its own tragic story
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| time marches onwards and
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| nothing can ever be the same
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| But we’ll pray for a brighter tomorrow
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| break free from this lifetime of sorrow
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| years pass us by but we’re all just a part of the game |