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Marathon marathonLife’s long so take it slow42.195The end is filled with a paradise of dreams But the real world is different from what’s promisedWe need to run, we need to step on itIf you shoot a flare, you don’t have a destinationThere’s no sceneries at allUntil your breath comes up to your chinYou need to
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When I’m by myselfI find my mind starts drifting somewhere elseIt’s not inside this dimension, it’s definitely somewhere elseI wrestle with my thoughtsConstant wrestle with my mental healthI’m put on life support, I’ve been put up on the highest shelf, ah My whole life, I’ve been fightingThis cake it don’t have icingThese mantras I’m recitingThey’re
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Time, no more once upon a timeTake flight Find your wings and spread them wide It’s time for the journey of our lives From the ashes we’re rebornUnto the heavens we rideFighting through the stormLeaving our shadows far behind Having walked right to the endWith one more trial we are facedTurn back, transcendOnly we decide
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I am unwrittenCan’t read my mindI’m undefinedI’m just beginningThe pen’s in my handEnding unplanned Staring at the blank page before youOpen up the dirty windowLet the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distanceSo close you can almost taste itRelease your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skinNo
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It’s all right, it’s okayFeeling brave, I will face this dayIt’s okay, it’s all rightNo tears will kiss my cheeks tonightAnd it’s all good, and I’m just fineMy words ring out like hollow shoutsJust slow down, it takes timeBut time moves slow, I know this well My heart breaks one thousand times a dayFor every
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I close my eyes, tell us why must we sufferRelease your hands, for your will drags us underMy legs grow tired, tell us where must we wanderHow can we carry on if redemption’s beyond us? To all of my children in whom Life flows abundantTo all of my children to whom Death hath passed his
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Looking for a miracle, waiting for a sun to catch meGot to find a way back home alone, alone, aloneHoping for a star to fall, something I can make a wish onCould it be that I’m the fool? But aren’t we all, we all, we all? Broken bodies scattered through my historyLonely hours leading to