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i
am standing alone in the Hall of Mirrors, i face myself in the looking glass This is the price i pay. This is my isolation My soul wanders without a cause But i am not without purpose. i have been known to fall behind, Athousand miles from hope. Yet i am not without cause, i am without purpose. The clear sky's turn cold. i search for higher ground. But the darkness calls, i have fallen from grace. Have you with your empty soul? Have you crawled through the darkness? |
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taken the fall? Have you fell from grace? Hand in hand we turn to dust, We spend all our life trying to run, But we break down all the walls we build in a lifetime. |