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Plumb |
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Plumb |
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Who Am I? |
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You there with your bag of gold |
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Thought you had it all together |
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But your hands are empty |
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Does it matter now |
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The pain you caused you cannot measure |
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But who am I? |
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Chorus: |
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours? |
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Suffering is sweet agony |
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Who am I to compae my pain to yours? |
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My suffering must mean nothing |
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So, hey there, quit imagining |
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That you have left this life |
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Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn |
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No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries |
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But who am I? |
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Repeat Chorus |
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If I believe that's the truth |
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Then I believe you |
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If that's the way it should be |
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Then I believe you |
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Repeat Chorus |
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours? |
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Suffering is sweet agony |
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours? |
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My suffering must mean something |
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Must mean something to you, to me |
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It's true |
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Who am I? |
