The sun comes up with promise and my eyes burn open wide
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And the sting compounds the torture from the vacant hole inside
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My conscious recollection of the past events all seem
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To verify the emotion that now envelops me
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Dogged as a drone
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Stagnant as the stone
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Weathered and alone
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Living on the fault line
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There's no one here to listen, there's always room for more
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They pretend to give you your say before they slam the door
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There's very little patience, and very little love
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There's just your constant puzzlement for what you're guilty of
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Dogged as a drone
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Stagnant as the stone
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Weathered and alone
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Living on the fault line
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No one need deliver me from such a familiar place
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I've come to terms and work in this ribald downtrodden state
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It's subliminal friction under a kind veneer
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And a form of cold injustice that keeps me stationed here
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Dogged as a drone
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Stagnant as the stone
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Weathered and alone
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Living on the fault line
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Living on the fault line
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Living on the fault line
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The Fault Line
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| American Lesion |
