Living on margins since you were born
So many skills you had to learn
A constant yearning for genuine desire
Always in quest for the spark and the fire
So many skills you had to learn
A constant yearning for genuine desire
Always in quest for the spark and the fire
Even your childhood wasn't the best
Always someone who leaves you no rest
Now in you own world you feel so safe
But if you ask me it's just a comfortable grave
Hiding in the darkness
Waiting for the sign
Condemned to eternal gloom
The blind leading the blind
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