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Potrait |
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We hate everyone we meet |
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Cause they think that they are sweet |
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Live together in a house |
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Life is easy in this town |
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And from the day that you were born |
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You made it clear that you are torn |
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Between joy and misery |
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Happy times, agony |
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Or is that just me? |
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This is a portrait of a life |
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This is a photo on the wall |
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This is the sharp edge of a knife |
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Ending it all |
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Ending it all |
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We hear laughter all around |
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Cover ears, escape the sounds |
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But feel guilty later on |
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Cause we know that we are wrong |
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And from the day that you were born |
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You made it clear that you are torn |
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Between joy and misery |
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Happy times, agony |
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Or is that just me? |
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This is a portrait of a life |
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This is a photo on the wall |
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This is the sharp edge of a knife |
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Ending it all |
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Ending it all |
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Oooh... |
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This is a portrait of a life |
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This is a photo on the wall |
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This is the sharp edge of a knife |
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Ending it all |
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Ending it all |