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I can't look behind because I'm living in the past
Tears without emotion are filling up the unbridled hours
We cannot be
What you expect from us
We cannot see through the glasses of despair
Evade the leaden legacy
Those who separate and join the opposite
do not see that that will get them nowhere
Can't you understand it is a similar manipulation
Wake up and see the light
Doomed to wander in repressed emotions
This imaginary refuge restrains me from awakening
Fear of penance
Doomed to sycophancy
Doomed to sycophancy
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