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I try not to see, and not to hear |
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I try not to feel, and not to dream |
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To taste the fear of a past time |
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The streets are dark, I walk alone |
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I feel the frustration of a restless mind |
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I can't decide if I'm dead or alive |
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My memories are hunting me down |
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I try not to see, and not to hear |
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I try not to feel, and not to dream |
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To taste the fear of a past time |
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Now my time has come, it's time to pay |
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Pay my debts to the human race |
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I try not to see, and not to hear |
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I try not to feel, and not to dream |
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To taste the fear of a past time |
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My time has come to live the pain |
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To remind me how I used to be |
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How I used to take every soul |
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Every soul that I was looking for |
