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I know that I don't know |
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What you think that I should. |
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I'm writing my bible |
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So you know what I could. |
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Could you be the one |
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To abandon my spirits? |
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Get rid of my blindness |
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I need to see clearly... |
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I need to see clearly |
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For I love you dearly. |
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My little inferno |
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And all these illusions |
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From my total light. |
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To my infinite fright |
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Is insanity my friend? |
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First nail in my hand... |
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Monsters and demons |
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Regretful intrigues and |
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I'm counting the days |
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As my self-conscience stays... |
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In this room full of nothing |
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The fool that I'm painting |
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While you are the warmth |
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And the violence I long for... |
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Rebellious as I am |
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I sing what I can't feel, |
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I feel like I'm crying |
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Still always denying |
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And constantly craving |
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For heavenly places |
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That I couldn't find |
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In your ignorant faces... |
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Monsters and demons... |
