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Played out, wide off the mark,mania develops,akin to fiction,more than to a word of fact. |
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My own worst enemy. |
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My own worst enemy. |
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Lifes foul teachery. |
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My own worst enemy. |
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Dams of emotion builda dull and turbid screen,cloudlike veils of blackin jungles of hopes oppressed.(repeat chorus) |
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So many times,for no reason. |
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So many promised punches,for what reason? |
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Ceaseless decay,parallel obscene and flagrant. |
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Ceaseless decay,restrained my mind coils. |
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So many times,for no reason. |
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So many promised punches,for what reason? |
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Ceaseless decay,parallel obscene and flagrant. |
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Ceaseless decay,restrained my mind coils.(repeat verses 3 & 4)(repeat verse 1 and) |