| Spent a thousand years medicated
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| Accepting things you truly hated
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| You should have anticipated
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| Dodged the truth instead of made it
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| How on earth could you escape
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| Capitulate instead of faced it
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| No answers cause I didn’t ask
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| Forget the truth salute the past
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| Fall into another trap
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| A busted chain of covered tracks
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| And raise a cup of broken glass
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| No one here deserves a pass
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| When I set those horses free
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| Climbed out a hole that was six feet deep
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| I turned around and head for home
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| Now I’m dying in my dreams
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| Running down the same old streets
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| Small price to pay for what it is I know
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| Almost sure I’m someone else
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| Pull the plug on mental health
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| Been defeated and in hell
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| Watch history repeat itself
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| I will say it once again
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| We’re fundamentally broken
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| Particulars are left unsaid
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| Everybody’s left to guess
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| Now we’re hanging by a thread
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| Turning back or paying debts
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| Darkness underneath the breath
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| Backs are up until the death
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| When I set those horses free
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| Climbed out a hole that was six feet deep
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| I turned around and head for home
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| Waking up in another room
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| Surprised the darkness again has bloomed
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| That’s the price I pay for what it is I know
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| No answers if you never ask
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| Forget the truth salute the past |