The ideal for the practical The exchange freedom for truth The path you set out on... Someone will finish it But it will not be you Why dont you fly? Why arent you alive? Cause youre a Dead Duck You dug the hole that youve fallen into Your lost hopes and Broken Dreams Fallen away, should have fallen asleep Dark is your path, cant see what stumbles your feet Seduced by the times you who once were an heir Our joys should all be doubled and our trials be shared If I saw you cry, would you too want me to die? You are not alone it seems
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