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Hate |
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Is leading my counterpart |
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Sick and nervous |
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Can't beat the other |
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Greed |
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Is telling the obvious |
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Teased and bothered |
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Can't reach further |
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Dread |
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is growing in hour cycles |
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Bad, mischievous |
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Effete of grievous |
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Void |
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Is leaving me shivering |
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Bare, uncovered |
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Until I smother - Somewhen |
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Grief |
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Will guide me to tearyland |
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Lone and solus |
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Despise another one's |
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Gleam |
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And follow the other road |
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Down to father's |
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Quietly sorrows - Somewhen |
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And when the angels disarmed me |
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I searched for the yearning |
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to sleep for a while |
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and when the anguish |
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was growing |
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I served my demise |
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Finally |
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Suffered enough |