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Worn by the anxious hours |
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I've wasted under this cloud |
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That keeps throwing it's load on me |
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There I stand, wading in rejection... |
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And when it rains it pours like hell |
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I will conquer the highest mountain for a place in the sun |
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Determined, I will shake foundations of everything kept sacred |
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Behind my crooked smile hide vanity and greed |
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The two of my dominant traits repress |
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Even the bleakest sign of sympathy... |
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I will take whoever down |
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And for those who relied on me, |
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I offer my deepest apologies |
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Not because I want to or need to, |
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But because it is my twisted way to say |
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I'll be needing you again... |
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I will conquer the highest mountain for a place in the sun |
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Determined, I will shake foundations of everything kept sacred |
