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Played out, wide off the mark, |
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mania develops, |
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akin to fiction, |
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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 build |
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a dull and turbid screen, |
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cloudlike veils of black |
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in jungles of hopes oppressed. |
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(repeat chorus) |
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So many times, |
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for no reason. |
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So many promised punches, |
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for what reason? |
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Ceaseless decay, |
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parallel obscene and flagrant. |
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Ceaseless decay, |
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restrained my mind coils. |
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So many times, |
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for no reason. |
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So many promised punches, |
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for what reason? |
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Ceaseless decay, |
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parallel obscene and flagrant. |
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Ceaseless decay, |
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restrained my mind coils. |
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(repeat verses 3 & 4) |
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(repeat verse 1 and) |
