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We spend all our time waiting for that second chance, for the break that will make it ok. There is always some reason to feel not good enough. And it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction, a beautiful release. The memories, they seep from my veins. They may be empty and weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight. So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn, there's vultures and thieves at your back. The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference, escaping one last time. It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.
We walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes. Like they have any right at all to criticize. Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason.
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