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I think you don't really understand |
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There is no love, no cure, no helping hand |
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We are alone and so forgotten |
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We are alone and so destined to fail |
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Fruitless endeavors, looking up to the heavens |
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Will bring you only pain and betrayal |
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I have been born with the infidel's mark |
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To see our ugliness, that is my curse |
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There is no plan, no master goal |
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There is only our misery |
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Of our own hands, so foul |
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Foul |
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What we've inherited we've already spent |
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We borrow it now, an action so brutally narrow |
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When we are gone our mother won't weep |
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She will deeply sigh at last in relief |
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I think you don't really understand |
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There is no love, no cure, no helping hand |
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We are alone and so forgotten |
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We are alone and so destined to fail |
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There is no plan, no master goal |
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There is only our misery |
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Of our own hands, so foul |
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Foul |
