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You started out this walk In the early days of youth Letting others actions and talk Get the best till nothing's left of you Is it in a badge you earn Or does it come au naturale Into your psyche it seems to be burned A fever hotter than hell Although it's where you live You've no idea of what it does Hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of... You've paid time and time again And still can't get out of its debt One of the original sins You haven't figured out quite yet If only the world around Would learn to do right in your eyes Then you wouldn't always be found Trying to pick a fight Never invited to the dance Love holds no chance to overcome When hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of... Continually gasping for air In this your dry and dusty land Walking in circles of despair With no one to hold your hand People keeping their distance No one dares conversate with you As you fume like nobody's business In a constant hateful loop You'd think by now in your burning tower That you would have had enough But hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of...
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
Hate Is A Deep Dark Dusty Valley
You started out this walk In the early days of youth Letting others actions and talk Get the best till nothing's left of you Is it in a badge you earn Or does it come au naturale Into your psyche it seems to be burned A fever hotter than hell Although it's where you live You've no idea of what it does Hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of... You've paid time and time again And still can't get out of its debt One of the original sins You haven't figured out quite yet If only the world around Would learn to do right in your eyes Then you wouldn't always be found Trying to pick a fight Never invited to the dance Love holds no chance to overcome When hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of... Continually gasping for air In this your dry and dusty land Walking in circles of despair With no one to hold your hand People keeping their distance No one dares conversate with you As you fume like nobody's business In a constant hateful loop You'd think by now in your burning tower That you would have had enough But hate is a deep dark dusty valley Some never climb out of...
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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