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Hard not to get caught in the world and |
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Its thoughts when this mad world keeps |
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Blocking your view |
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Through a slap in the face or a kiss concealed hatred |
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Reality keeps pushing through |
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Keeps pushing through |
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But what do you win if you gain the world |
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and lose your own soul? |
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Selfishness reigns where there is no one kind |
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Though most of the time it's not me |
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Now and again I'm the center of light and |
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This self-monger longs to be free |
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What do you win if you gain the world |
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and lose your own soul? |
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Segueways of illusion invade while I'm sleeping |
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Come vision to taunt me again |
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Where am I going, what am I becoming? |
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A self-monger dying within |
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Dying in sin |
