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Eve of the cold I take a walk outside; |
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To escape the inner fight.. |
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Wind blows the snow over my troubled soul; |
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Pain that won't leave me alone.. |
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Under the burden that makes me insane; |
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I fade away.. |
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They pull me into their lonely world of pain; |
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A horror parade.. |
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Sorrow in my torn soul; |
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And a war within.. |
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To whom can I turn? |
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Hollow in my thorn crown; |
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The load of grief.. |
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The pain that I bear.. |
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All the confessions poured upon my soul; |
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The turmoil inside.. |
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To whom can I turn to on my own sorrow; |
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I pray for my soul.. |
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Sorrow in my torn soul; |
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And a war within.. |
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To whom can I turn? |
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Hollow in my thorn crown; |
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Can I turn to You? |
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The Painbearer |
