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What kind of animals are we?
Hiding and preying on the innocent.
Those times where we just lay and wait for death.
What kind of beasts are we?
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He has it all.
A car. money. A job.
He sits in his car. Tears rolling down his cheeks.
It's cold out. But he doesn't feel the bitter winds Rollin in through his open windows.
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It doesn't take years to fall in love
It doesn't take a lifetime either.
I've only known you for a couple of minutes and I already have butterflies in my guy
Funny part is I haven't met you face to face yet. Only on video chat.
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4.

I see you everyday.
Though it's never enough.
You sleep through the night.
I stay awake wondering how we can fix this.
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Take me instead.
Lt him stay and live his life.
My doing is done.
Pardon him for he has done nothing wrong.
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6.

i hate that i love you.
i hate that i trusted you.
i relied on every word you said to me.
every kiss from you was a lie.
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I'm not the same person I used to be.
I used to be reckless, never thought before acting.
I just wanted to live, and be loved.
Until the day I met you, I don't need anything else.
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8.

I'm in a place where it's not my home.
I want to get out of this hell hole.
I'm not treated the way I should be.
Try don't realize I'm here because of you.
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What Kind Of Animals

What kind of animals are we?
Hiding and preying on the innocent.
Those times where we just lay and wait for death.
What kind of beasts are we?
Up on that melancholy hill,
We are looking down on those defenseless.

What kind of animals are we?
When we don't help those who need it.
Laugh at those without anything.
Now you tell me what are we made of.
what are we made for?

What kind of animals are we without a heart.
When everything crashes, we just stand still and watch.
Are we the kind of animals that just kill and eat?
Or are we the Kind of animals that love and give?

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