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Once I sat down and pondered |
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About a sense |
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I have wondered |
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I have searched my deep, inner core |
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And I said... to think |
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I shall not anymore... |
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The thought has aged me whole |
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It ruined body, mind and soul |
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Oh, thoughtless if |
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I'd been born |
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Couldn't wail, nor could |
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I've been torn |
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Fetid thought, spawning curse |
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I shouldn't invoke thee anymore |
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Only pain and suffering you brought |
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The worst disappointment you are |
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I'd want to live without knowing |
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In this world or in it's following |
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Since then, misanthropy |
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My alibi you should be |
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And when the grand dark hour falls |
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I'd be far from mankind's calls |
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Into the great wide |
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I would dive |
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Unaware if |
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I am dead or alive! |
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Once I sat down and pondered |
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About a sense |
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I have wondered |
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I have searched my deep, inner core |
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And I said... to think |
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I shall not anymore... |
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Fetid thought, spawning curse |
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I shouldn't invoke thee anymore |
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Only pain and suffering you brought |
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The worst disappointment you are |
