36 lines
878 B
Plaintext
36 lines
878 B
Plaintext
It's so hard to make an effort,
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To keep my surroundings in line.
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When sometimes, I can't do it for myself.
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I confess: I'm not the man I proclaim.
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My feet, my feet are sinking
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Into the mire beneath me, the mire, the mire beneath me.
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I can't help but notice the endless battle for air
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While being swept by the tides of complacency.
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My knowledge is accountability
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And I have to do something, I have to do something.
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Blinded by the plank in my eye,
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I cannot guide anyone.
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I have to do something.
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I have to do something.
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This lonely vessel is surely sinking,
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I'm surely sinking.
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I'm surely sinking.
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I'm surely sinking.
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Take me,
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if it means they die to themselves,
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Only to raise up their new lives.
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Stop me in my tracks if it will shake them.
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Stop, stop me.
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Stop me.
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We are nothing without each other.
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Name Sinking
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Artist Hundredth
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Album When Will We Surrender
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