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The disposition is brilliant |
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The people are wicked |
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The spirit of my heart is telling me |
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The truth |
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Slowly |
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It begins |
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Rising up |
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In me |
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I want to know |
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If it's real or just imagination |
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I want to learn |
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How to control it inside of my rotten flesh |
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Finally it's controlling me |
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And now it is destroying me |
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Searching for answers, |
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Searching for explanations |
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Can't do anything against it |
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I'll become someone who does not want to live |
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I want to know |
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If it's real or just imagination |
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I want to learn |
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How to control it inside of my rotten flesh |
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I have no comprehension |
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I have no pure conscience |
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I have no commiseration |
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No, I have nothing at all |
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And in the end it takes control of me |
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I want to know |
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If it's real or just imagination |
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I want to learn |
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How to control it inside of my rotten flesh |