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There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in,
In the smiles we cast each other.
About the time we gave up hoping,
We never find these locks still open,
The hurt we feel, we all have earned.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive,
On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive,
I won't be left here, behind closed doors.
Time out, let's stop and think this trough,
We've all got better things to do than talk
in circles, run in place, Answers inches from our face.
Annons