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On threshold of madness in self denial state |
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Within a holocause, with unlimited rage |
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A major plan about everything as one |
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A sad amendment for something long gone |
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On throne of sickness in self deluded state |
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The walls are built for the one wasted away |
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A major need to apply another sore |
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A cruel fortune, an explanation to adore |
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Oh, euphoria |
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How I long for you |
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How I crave for you |
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Tainted, all the moments are wasted |
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Just to really be certain |
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To re-arrange everything |
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Just to be real |
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I'll gather tonight my thoughts upon another sore |
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Sometimes it hurts so real it's unreal |
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Hey, I'll gather my thoughts upon another sore |
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Hey, a recreation to another level of man |
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Hey, a recreated man |
