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Faith, in your hands , lost it's meaning, to my surprise,
Expectations turned out wry, it makes me doubt about
The whole situation.
I trust today, you have found the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a hardened heart, and all you say is no consolation.
I live on hope, I live on lies, You wear the guilt, Your vice.
Truth in your mouth are frozen words, leaving me darkness.
These barren roads wear me out, a cold wind blows, it would raise the fallen.
I trust today, you have found, the road to hell a little longer.
You show me a callous mind and all you say is of no implication
I live on hope , I live on lies, You wear the guilt, Your vice
I live on hope........
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