| Torn apart and ripped to shreds
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| Broken down and held by threads
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| Hit the bottom, nothing left to lose
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| Haunted by a faded glory
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| My heart could tell a million stories
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| Scars become a road map of my pain
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| And this is the way it has to be my son
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| Drag the bottom, sufferings not done
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| Hear the siren, hear the marching drum
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| The closer you get, the further it becomes
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| Light the sky; |
| burn the dead
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| In the graveyard in my head
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| So take it all, there’s nothing left to kill
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| All the cycles have begun
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| Time erases everyone
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| Wash away your memory
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| With your flood
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| And this is the way it has to be my son
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| Drag the bottom, sufferings not done
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| Hear the siren, hear the marching drum
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| The closer you get, the further it becomes
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| Cutting you down: you wrap your arms around my heart
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| Into the ground and watch it slowly tear apart
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| It’s just the vicious circle of life
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| There’s too much pain to let it show
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| It’s just the vicious circle of life
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| And it is time to let it go
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| Let go
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| All the hate you want to feel; |
| Justice is gone nothing is real
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| It’s gone
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| Who am I supposed to be?
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| What do you want from me?
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| Feeling is absentee
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| Emotional amputee
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| Who am I supposed to be?
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| What do you want from me?
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| Nothing is ever free
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| Is this what you paid to see?
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| The vicious circle of life
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| The vicious circle of life
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| The vicious circle of life |