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Frown down upon the days |
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When I was someone's puppet |
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Hear the sound of cries that weighed |
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So heavy as I suffered |
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A master plan for killing off |
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All we take for granted |
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Haunting ones who would not believe |
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In what you wanted |
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To find a friend, to free you from |
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The clutch of your black halo |
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Seem to find all the comfort |
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Knowing no tomorrow |
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Someone tell me just what have we become |
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Master of nothing, slave to the numb |
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Leaving a trace, you've seen the scars |
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Of all that we've been through |
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How many times has it fallen apart |
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Reminding me of you |
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You wanted it, you wanted it |
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A power plan, to feel alive |
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To save a soul, have control |
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But knowing no tomorrow |
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Someone tell me just what we have become |
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Master of nothing, slave to the numb |
