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In Pieces - Walking the Fine Line lyrics
i'll trace my steps backwards so far until all my tears run dry looking further from what is feared the most i'll cherish this time i'll face hate confusion haunts, reality hurts tears run down my own face running into myself an object so impossible for me to escape i've been hunting myself, realizations revealed the hunted is now the hunter, and the hunter is the bait |
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