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I wish from the beginning of this game |
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I had known it was in vain |
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That everything was doomed to fail |
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Too long I lived in childish innocence |
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While the teachers of pretence |
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Tested my will to prevail |
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I cannot trust in anyone, I know |
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To me my neighbour is my foe |
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There's poison in the sweets you find |
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Exploiting weakness with free trade lies |
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The only thing you cannot buy |
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Is happiness and peace of mind |
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It's a balance of power; should I jump |
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From the prisoners tower |
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Sometimes I wish that I could lay me down |
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And hope for no tomorrow |
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But you'll never see me surrender my blade |
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Refusing death's call, I will conquer my fate |
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For I shall not yield |
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And I cannot even sell my soul |
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It's breath, torn and abused |
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Still my life joy may fetch a fair price |
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Since it's only "slightly used" |
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It's a balance of power; should I jump |
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From the prisoners tower |
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Sometimes I wish that I could lay me down |
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And hope for no tomorrow |
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But you'll never see me surrender my blade |
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Refusing death's call, I will conquer my fate |
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For I shall not yield |
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Gods of life! |
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I meet your challenge |
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I shall rise from every blow you strike at me |
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I shall break every spell you throw at me |
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You will not push me that last bit of way |
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Over the Edge |
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Even if I'm only holding on by sheer spite itself |
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You may have woven this one's life tread |
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Of a fowl and poisoned string |
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But it shall not break |
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That final victory shall be denied thee...forever! |
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When even my imaginary friends |
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Turn their backs on me again |
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And leave me bleeding on the ground |
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I can no longer welcome each new day |
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But on this battlefield I'll stay |
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'Cause you will never bring doen |
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And when in time to the ground I'm bent |
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From carrying life's stone; my strength all spent |
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I shall drag myself forth by the tip of my nails |
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To spit on your feet with a last scornful hail |
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It's a balance of power; should I jump |
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From the prisoners tower |
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Sometimes I wish that I could lay me down |
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And hope for no tomorrow |
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But you'll never see me surrender my blade |
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Refusing death's call, I will conquer my fate |
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For I shall not yield |
