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When all the heroes of the world stand up to fight |
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It never makes a difference |
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They may as well accept their destiny in life |
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No-one will come to their defence |
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And how much suffering could justify these words? |
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There would terror in our houses if no other voice was heard |
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I've been guilty of despairing of the world |
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Mea Culpa, I won't say another word |
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Somebody shut me up |
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'cause here it comes again |
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This time I promise to take care |
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Cut out my tongue cause it's more trouble that it's worth |
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But I can feel it, it's still there |
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Though it's true, many others disagree |
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There is more to life than this |
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At least it feels that way to me |
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I think I've done all that I could |
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But they're still baying for my blood |
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I know that it could never make a difference |
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Mea Culpa, I won't say another word |
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Though it seems contrived and a pitiful defence |
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But it'll taken down and it'll be used in evidence |
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I go on for you, for me, for years |
