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At one time when the days were nectar sweet I was a lovely boy. |
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I brought smiles in my bag to pass around to all the unpleasents I passed. |
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As life walked by. |
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I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. |
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I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. |
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It must be a long project to finally bring someone to their knees. |
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It didn't like me fucking up the balance. |
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I'm undoing life's work. |
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Since I never once saw that gaze fade. |
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My bag became smaller, the unpleasents wouldn't accept my smiles as easily as before. |
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I think I'm losing my friends. |
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I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. |
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I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. |
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I think I was a lovely boy. |
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It feels like a million years since I was him. |
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I noticed it look at me and not once did it stop its horrible stare. |
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I made that my occupation, self proclaimed devourer of problems. |
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To think those stories were a lie and all he had to do was fix a gaze on me. |
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To turn it all around. |
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I think I was a lovely boy. |
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Let's see if we cant make a lovely lovely man. |