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How could it come to this? |
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How could i let this happen? |
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Oh, This will be the end of me. |
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Keeping my eyes closed for what's outside of myself |
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(Oh, This will be the end of me) |
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And only caring about my own self-centered sad little world. |
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Cause things i don't see, I don't have to feel and things i don't feel i don't have to care about. |
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But this is a lie, I'm carrying a sickness i brought on myself. |
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And only caring about my own self-centered sad little world. |
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Oh, This will be the end of me. |
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Oh, Take this my sickness! Take what i have inside of me |
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Oh, Take this my weakness! Take what i have become, |
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It's all yours to change! |
