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For Good
A hot and humid Sunday
Faces, faces everywhere
Then a face, I remember my face years ago
Such fear
Many psychic scars
In just his short few years
In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence
To heal
But this is my day
And I can dream above the buried cry
Cause I've got something better
And it might just be my own
For Good
But this is my day
And I can see the wreckage in my head
But it's not the same
Cause I transform the pain
For Good
I transform the pain
For Good
I transform the pain
For Good
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For Good
I transform the pain
For Good
I transform the pain
For Good
Cause I transform the pain
But it's not the same
And I can see the wreckage in my head
But this is my day
For Good
And it might just be my own
Cause I've got something better
And I can dream above the buried cry
But this is my day
To heal
In the noise of his silence he ran away from the violence
In just his short few years
Many psychic scars
Such fear
Then a face, I remember my face years ago
Faces, faces everywhere
A hot and humid Sunday
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