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consumed
dead like a worm
catch a glimpse of the sun through cracks
anything i swallowed will hide me from the sun
the way i see things, i wished it could be true
take me out of the way
the trail of the tormenters of a past anymore
will take me far away
to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
to leave the fast, every step is pure
to leave the past, from here
to the the past, every step is pure
afraid of lost control
still theres a part of me that wants to feel insecure
afraid of lost control
it's seems we all need help
to leave the past, this fear (or from here)
to leave the fast, every step is pure
to leave the past, from here
to the the past, every step is pure
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