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In these woods our beauty lies |
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In misery, not memory |
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I've eaten pills no one should swallow |
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Wound up naked on the floor |
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Used a gun that wasn't clean |
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Now I wonder |
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Slept with whores and fell in love |
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The bottom was so far away |
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No scars to remind |
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No villains at my throat |
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No kind words will help |
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Help me, won't someone help me |
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In misery, not memory |
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I've tripped so hard no one would follow |
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Past side three of The Wall |
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Driven blind and made it home |
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Hit head on and walked away |
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Why am I unpunished when |
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Beauty meets an early end |
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I'm no victim |
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Just curious, curious |
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These woods only bring sorrow |
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Can't deny and won't admit |
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That I belong to it |
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I don't understand |
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Jimmy slept on John's grave the night we buried him |
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Chris was found underneath the floor in the house where he was killed |
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They found Frank Thanksgiving morning with the needle still in his arm |
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Wake like a Quaker |
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Full of promise |
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I'm afraid I'll kill again |
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Chose the life that's poisoned me |
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Leave it all to misery |
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Leave it all to misery |
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Can't deny |
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That I belong to misery |
