It could be a shield, it could be a cage
The safety sealant, the tying trap
The filter line, the block wall
Border, border, border
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Beauty is a boring thing
The silly standard to be called beautiful
Thousand typical pretty faces walking in front of me
Looks good but no more than that
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When my mind dragged into the darkness
My feet suddenly stop and I become bored
It’s a warning, my heart could feel
Before my life is taken away from me
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Maybe I’m the one who blind
Maybe I’m the only one who don’t understand
But tell me why I cry
Though everything is in my hand
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The play of word
The example sort
The shortage of stock
The misspell slop
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What actually runs in our veins?
Blood, water and oxygen
Or the spirit that lives the body
Food, poison, and mineral
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Sometimes I lost something
Sometimes I get something
When I lost something
I always search something else
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We cover bitterness with satyr
We cover sadness with smile
We cover happiness with tears
We cover pride with stubbornness
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