The lines between us are soft and wide
Moralities are shifting tight
Good intentions, twisted ends
Even heroes sometimes bend
There's no guidebook for the soul
No map that shows which way is home
Blurred compass,
honest grave We all get lost along the way
It's not the answer but the try That proves we live before goodbye
Truth wears many colored skin
Blurred compass, honest grave
We all get lost along the way
It's not the answer but the try
That proves we live before goodbye
Truth wears many colored skins
Blurred compass,
honest grave
We all get lost along the way
It's not the answer but the try
That proves we live before goodbye
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