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Buried in darkness again, |
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free from the thoughts of you |
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And happiness within my reach, |
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but as usual I threw it away |
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Seeking the answers below, |
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on the bottom, everyone knows |
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that life is for the living |
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but today I'm not one of them |
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Turn around and walk away, |
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listen closely to what I say |
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Have you seen what I have seen? |
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Have you been where I have been? |
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Down the path that leads to hell |
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The worm inside my chest, |
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that's feeding on my pain, |
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has lived there for many years now |
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since the day that evil ... |
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Turn around and walk away, |
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listen closely to what I say |
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Have you seen what I have seen? |
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Have you been where I have been? |
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Down the path that leads to hell |
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I'll see you soon again |
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One thing I know, |
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that in no time you'll get tired of your peace of mind |
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Rise up again, |
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no time to pretend that actually I'm one of them |
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The ungrateful are the dead, |
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while they rest in peace |
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But I am a living dead |
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Oh God, give me rest |
