This strategy won't change
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It's over when never do you gain
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And always you win
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And tragedy remains
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Though we're given every chance to change
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We don't listen
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Just pass the blame
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Sing over decay
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Blood flowing the wrong way
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A constant state of refusal
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Now it's too late
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When you're ready you will see
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The maker's always been within your hands
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Destroyer at your feet
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Save every resolution you never could create
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When your way is the only way
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You can't look at yourself and say "I was wrong"
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You've got the head of the king
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On the body of a pawn
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The passion of a storm
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The contemplation in the eye
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Of a separatist within our midst
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A loyalist divide
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When your way is the only way
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You can't look at yourself and say "I was wrong"
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You've got the head of a king
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On the body of a pawn
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When it's not the life you want
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What answers do you need
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Want everything up front
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Prepare to meet defeat
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When it's not the life you want
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What answers do you need
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Want everything up front
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Such turbulence
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Such turbulence won't go away
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Silence never stays
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Such sympathies
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Such sympathies will never fade
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Some are never made
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Never made
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All living is all knowing
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Or so you thought
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But it's never been the same
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When your way is the only way
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You can't look at yourself and say 'I was wrong'
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You've got the head of a king
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On the body of a pawn
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Is this all the result of conflict
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You know that we're not all so different
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We share the same space
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Or find a better place
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And I'd give
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I'd give anything
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If this would all stop
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Let me walk away
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Wound
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Darkest Hour |