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I yield each day... |
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This pitiful life flows |
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And I die once in a day |
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And the strength that keeps my smile is gone |
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Forever feeling low |
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I can fall every day |
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This innate sadness makes me feel |
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That I have no fate inside |
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And I will never be what you call a man.. |
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Raining Sundays, so fragile moments |
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I can't ever see how to make a smile |
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This feeling is so deep inside of me |
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Will I ever learn |
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How can my pale skin turn to red |
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Will you ever see |
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Me without single tear in my eyes... |
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Which bleed every day |
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Living fear awake |
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Grief will last eternally |
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And just none will ever love my way |
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No matter what I say |
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I will always be alone... |
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This innate sadness makes me feel |
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That I have no fate inside |
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And I will never be what you call a man.. |
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Raining Sundays, so fragile moments |
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I can't ever see how to make a smile |
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This feeling is so deep inside of me |
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Only purpose of my life |
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Is to serve as a warning |
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To all of the others |
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This innate sadness makes me feel |
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That I have no fate inside |
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And I will never be what you call a man.. |
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Raining Sundays, so fragile moments |
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I can't ever see how to make a smile |
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This feeling is so deep inside of me |
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Will I ever learn |
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How can my pale skin turn to red |
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Will you ever see |
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Me without single tear in my eyes.. |