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When something stains your pride |
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And leaves you back with despite |
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Your vain attempts to blank it out |
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Troubled, in a state of doubt |
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Both inside and outside |
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Demons stalk your hide |
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No chance for you to get away |
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Without their affliction |
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Everything you ever wanted |
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They turn into hideous shards... |
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They are haunting your thoughts now |
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They are probing your soul |
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Examine with indifferent eyes |
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How you are |
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WRITHING in shame (But) |
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This is not my burden (But) |
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This is not my cross |
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For it... |
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Keeps me away, keeps me away... |
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Keeps me away, keeps me away... (But) |
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This is not my burden - bathe in desire (But) |
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This is not my cross |
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Eyelids open and in peace |
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You are staring ahead |
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Haunting me... |