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It seems to fall on darkened ways |
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Like trials of the sinner |
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A thousand and one hundred ways |
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Just a question of when |
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All that I put to rest |
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My deepest desires |
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Like dreams now put to rest |
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All brought to an end |
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Time and again it burns my head |
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Frustration, the demon of ego |
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Losing my grip, the ultimate slip |
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Dragging me deep down below |
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(Chorus) |
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Look at me, King Anti-Midas |
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High Upon My throne |
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Alway reaching, not suceeding |
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Falling to capture the gold |
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Setting out to rule them all |
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Falling short of glory |
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A king with no distinct resolve |
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Only seemingly strong |
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Once had such golden dreams |
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Fueling my desire |
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Like the Silver of the stars |
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Soon faded by dawn |
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(repeat) |