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Sanctum
Just another broken and battered man, left up on the shelf
He sits there and waits for the rain to fall so his dreams come true
He cries but all you can see is blood rushing from his veins
Old memories surfaced again
There it goes again, he’s listening to the crowd laughing at him again
He hears the bitter lies and laughter
and all he wants to know is
Why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way)
You’ve got too try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better
He dries his eyes on the only thing that’s there a photograph of glory days
Curses the night that used to be his shroud covering is indiscretions
I don’t have t tell you all that broken man is me
There it goes again, sirens getting louder grinding air to powder
It doesn’t feel like home no more
All I want to know is
Why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way)
You’ve got to try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better
Soon I know Ill disappear!
I can’t find my way away from me!
Summertime is fading on me!
Someone tell me someone tell me
Why I’m here
why------ does my life really matter? (There must be another way)
You’ve got to try------ the smoke that makes the bad times better
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