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This has just begun, |
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There's nothing fun, |
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Nothing is new under the sun. |
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None of this shit will last in the long run, |
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None of this will come undone. |
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When you impose your will, |
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I stand still, but in my mind I go crazy like a windmill. |
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I guess you can't handle happiness, |
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At least not if it's mine. |
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Looks like you are getting depressed. |
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And yes, I have to confess, |
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That every sign of my progress, |
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Puts you in a deeper mess. |
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When you impose your will, I stand still. |
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But in my mind I go crazy like a windmill. |
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When you can' t see, the Volcano is me. |
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Volcano is me. |
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The wrong buttons are being pressed, |
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With razorblades you seem to caress. |
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You speak and move with no finesse, |
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And I can't invest in such a friendship with that address. |
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I go crazy like a windmill, |
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But when I don't want anymore and try to ignore, |
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You come back knocking on my door. |
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Prepared for war, |
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Sick of your insults and lies, |
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Your abusive eyes. |
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All the bad words, time for me to rise. |
