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My life's made of glass
I have nothing left to hide
I couldn't skip no life's class
My spirit won't watch them slide
There must be something about my life
It gets colder every day
There must be something about to-survive
It gives me reasons to fade away
I play hard with the razor of life
It cuts deep enough for no flesh to survive
There must be something about the living
Failure goes about, it's adversary not forgiving
The breeze's rage seeps through my pores
I shiver even as I shudder
I learn of me when my life's on the line
I shiver, even as I shudder
The breeze's rage seeps through my pores
In my world, I live like an outsider
The other side beckons a rest with open doors
O I shiver, even as much as I shudder
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