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My life is a circle
No beginning and no end
It's always repeating
A trail I defend to the time
A misunderstanding
That can't be erased like a file
I've got all I wanted
But still I'm not satisfied
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life?
Turns around till I die
And the dark with me
Why am I sad?
Why am I sad?
When I have more that I ever had?
My life is too stable
I get no air, my jail is my skin
I'm false like a fable
That is being praised for its sin
And once I am trying
To follow the light then
The bitch grips my feet
Pulls me down, underneath
How far will I go to and search my respect and my pride?
How long will I lie to myself about the privilege of my life?
How deep will I have to fall before I find the will again?
It's always repeating, the Earth turns around and around
Till I die, take the time
Missing me, with me
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