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Deaf In The Water
To know what I was made for
I'm not soul searching anymore
Once I got my foot in the door
I felt my once idle heart soar
I had to go it all alone
Test the waters and be shown
The way to get to that place
I always knew was my home
But still I find when I arise
Words are meaningless and contrived
When written merely to impress
To which is left a bloody mess
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