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So many enjoyments encountered In his life |
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Not many displeasures ever crossed his path |
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And then came a moment |
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When he had to shut the light |
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No passion for living |
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(just)trying to last |
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Try and hide his hands away |
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From others |
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Try and hide his eyes away |
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From your vision too |
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And no longer could he trust himself |
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(he) couldn't trust himself |
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He discovered what to ask about |
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Knew the answers so he didn't ask |
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"I can feel my patience running out |
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Need more patience to relieve my doubts" |
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Recovering in agony |
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(and)trying to forget |
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The audience was waiting for him to touch |
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The ground |
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And every day he kept trying not to remember |
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And so he killed all the time he could have wasted |
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He went on |
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Wanted to stop |
