I've been searching for some questions found in questions I don't know to ask
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All bottled up inside my head and never making any sense but now I understand
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You see my thought process is burried deep beneath a life of self-abuse
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There's too much damage to rebuild and what's left remains a shield to tame future use
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And as the wagon rolls away I still march on...
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My life is all a waiting game
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Long waits to feel straight but it never stays
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So doctor fill my forged prescription cause I'm addicted to addictions and blame
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The past's still presently my home, which keeps recovery on hold
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I'll escape this stranglehold somehow
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Look into my eyes, past the lines, and you'll see how desperate I am to see clear
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I've tried I swear I've tried, to hide, but when I stand to run I get headstrung and fall
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Yeah I stand to fall
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There's one more thing that I'd like to make clear
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My words are nothing more than days
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That I have lived and struggled through
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Only to learn, that things will never change....
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Have You Ever Danced With The Devil In The Pale Moonlight?
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Jamestown Story |