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Dead to the World


It's on the tip of my tongue
My mind's eye
The back of my lung
Well groomed words
Come undone
Should have known
Trust no one

But pride came first
To let go
Won't feed a thirst
Not a thought
To the coming curse
The coming curse

Dead to the world
You are
A mountain to climb
A distance to find
A bridge way to far
The fight of your life
Is here
They built you up
Then pulled the rug
And disappeared

Here's a bout
That can't be won
As you wait
For a saviour to come
Tasting
The tears run

Unrisen star

Dead to the world
You are
Dead to the world
By far

Dead to the world
You are
A mountain to climb
A distance to find
An unrisen star

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