Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI__ tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI__e tried so hard to make it workthat I__ dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowPromises that remain promises are useless and they__e cheapI wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keepI put so much faith in youI lost all my faith in meWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowI__ giving up on giving upI can__ leave it all to prayer__ause the first step in getting betteris knowing what__ not thereYou said you__ make it betterand that just makes it worseWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowYes, I want my life to lastSo you can__ have my tomorrowNo, you can__ have my tomorrow
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The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI__ tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI__e tried so hard to make it workthat I__ dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowPromises that remain promises are useless and they__e cheapI wish I could put a price on words so I could make them keepI put so much faith in youI lost all my faith in meWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowI__ giving up on giving upI can__ leave it all to prayer__ause the first step in getting betteris knowing what__ not thereYou said you__ make it betterand that just makes it worseWell, you can take my pastBut you can__ have my tomorrowYes, I want my life to lastSo you can__ have my tomorrowNo, you can__ have my tomorrow
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