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Fit of Rage
Fit of Rage… Can’t control your conviction Over the exact order of things Won’t second guess your emotion To sacrifice your needs But then the line is strayed Your uncharted course Time after time you scream out In a fit of rage… Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage… It all seems so simple To see things the right way If we’re open to compromise And mean the things we say And it seems ridiculous That certain things must happen I’ve had it up to here and I’ll scream out In a fit of rage… Oh, Oh, Oh, in a fit of rage… …I try to talk myself into believing how things have to be Attain the unattainable, constantly achieve Pushing to be as one, unlike any other… I’ve got to scream out, in a fit of rage My eyes are deceiving me, a blind man in a cave Feeling for an answer, eternal freedom for a slave Years, I said years of sacrifice and self-inflicted pain Now, before my eyes a lifetime It is my hope all was not in vain… Still time and again I’ll scream out In a fit of rage…
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