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I am still what I meant to be |
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And I'm losing my mind |
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But our burdens must lessen |
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Though our enemies thrive |
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Crowded the hall with stock women parts |
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Candles were lit, burdened the hearts |
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Felt a bad vibe kick in just then |
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Things seemed to smolder, enclosing us in |
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I am still what I meant to be |
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And I'm losing my mind |
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But our burdens must lessen |
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And our enemies die |
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Down in the basement, up in the attic |
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I promised you that I would not stay sick |
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Here is the hand now placed over the heart |
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Admire it lover, rend it apart |
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I am still what I meant to be |
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And I'm losing my mind |
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But our burdens must lessen |
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And our enemies die |
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Regardless of all I will not stay in |
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Off to the market I'm going again |
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Kicking the dust, waving at all |
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Covering the face, starting to bawl |
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I am still what I meant to be |
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And I'm losing my mind |
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But our burdens must lessen |
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And our enemies die |
