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Words have no meaning, |
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When a fake broad smile |
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Tells my living in a rainy night and I |
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Feel the thorn of life. |
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I walked a river. |
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'Twas my tears at night |
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My running fast was not my last sacrifice. |
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As the hours went by I found... |
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Days of nothing |
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And loneliness will be my bride, |
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Life is thrilling |
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Like motionless pieces of dolls, |
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Days of nothing |
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And loneliness will be my bride, |
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Life's a murderer |
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And you keep being a stranger 'round the crowd. |
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There's something strange when our life's deranged. |
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Someone would lay the blame on somebody else |
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Hall is crowded |
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When the door is locked |
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I don't live here and don't forgive who you are |
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'cause you hurt me more than once. |
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There's something strange when our life's deranged. |
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Someone would lay the blame on somebody else |
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Whoever lives with a fault inside of him |
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Is nothing and nothing will be changing here. |
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Don't go straight |
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Take me by the hand |
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I stumble like a fool |
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And the stupid standing still |
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I stumble like a fool |
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My stomach still aching and although |
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I'm walking, walking straight |
