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So here we are at the end |
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And at the same time we're at the beginning of this misadventure |
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Why I had to go down a dead end street at 200 miles an hour |
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Screaming for vengeance and embracing death |
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That's something |
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I'm still trying to figure out |
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You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan |
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To expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so |
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I can heal |
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But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we? |
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Man, it got so convoluted, polluted, and distorted |
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I ran with the only information |
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I was given |
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I turned it into my armor, my defense mechanism |
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And my weapon of self destruction |
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Yeah, I had a fucked up childhood |
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And I was a troubled teen, those are facts |
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How I got there? |
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That's a story told by many voices |
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It's not my job to blame anybody anymore |
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I just need to accept the path |
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I was given |
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This is, without a doubt, my life, after death |