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You just stood there screaming, |
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fearing no one was listening to you |
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They say the empty can rattles the most |
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The sound of your voice must soothe you |
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Hearing only what you want to hear, |
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and knowing only what you've heard |
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You you're smothered in tragedy |
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You're out to save the world |
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Misery |
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You insist that the weight of the world, |
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Should be on your shoulders |
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Misery |
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There's much more to life than what you see |
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My friend of Misery |
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You still stood there screaming |
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No one caring about these words you tell |
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My friend before your voice is gone |
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One man's fun is another's hell |
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These times are sent to try men's souls, |
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But something's wrong with all you see |
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You you'll take it on all yourself |
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Remember, Misery loves company |
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Misery |
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You insist that the weight of the world, |
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Should be on your shoulders |
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Misery |
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There's much more to life than what you see |
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My friend of Misery |
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You just stood there screaming |
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My friend of Misery |
