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What has happened in this room I'm in? |
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Something so unreal. |
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I cannot remember things I've done, |
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Why am I right here? |
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Staring at this mess I'm into, |
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Trying to believe. |
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There are ways enough to cure this, |
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I know this for sure. |
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Lies. |
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Don't listen to those lies, |
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There is no other choice. |
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The call for more and more, |
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The grown addiction. |
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I won't choose it |
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I won't choose |
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Waiting in this state of emptiness, |
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All what's left is greed. |
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Thinking about leaving all this mess, |
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Why am I still here? |
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No one tells you what's true or false, |
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Manipulation of whole tribes. |
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No one needs to decide your goals, |
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The recognition of yourself. |
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Take my hand |