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Once again, it's never new, the trail of tears in leads to you,
There's nothing common, all surreal same resignation, no more fear.
That's how it goes betrayed by fate, the crown is yours, but it's too late,
It is too painful to conceive and oh so useless seems to grieve.
Maybe tomorrow try again, blood never washes, always stains.
Infallible, yet always blamed the crown of thorns, the crown of hate.
Chorus:
Who is to say, "there has to be a better way"?
Who dares to think that fading away never solves a thing?
I'm tired of life that cuts silver strings with poisonous knives;
When all is lost, the glory attained vindicates the most.
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