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As I walk through the Valley of the shadow of death
I wear my crown of thorns and pull the knife out my chest
I keep searching for something that I never seem to find
But maybe I wont because I left it all behind
Now I’m stuck with this and that will never change
Always a part of me until the very last day
Where to go from here, what road to travel on
I spent my whole life choosing and It always chose wrong
Will I try to have the will to be alive?
Will I try because I’ve never seen the light?
Lower to the ground and its now you see,
you spent your whole life taking the best of me
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