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I've cleaned out my closet. |
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But to be here and start again, it's almost like it'll never end. |
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You see me as a form and not the man I really am. |
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It takes some company, but not from you. |
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It brings me down. |
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Misery. |
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Factory. |
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Misery. |
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There's a sale at the misery factory. |
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There's a yard sale in my head, but no buyers seem to come my way. |
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When we were young and not abducted, by our lives of misery I acted out but now there's just pain. |
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Won't go away. |
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It's like a weight of guilt, pressing my shoulders. |
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The broken promises. |
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The lies we choose to deal with this in different ways. |
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Accepted. |
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And now alone, I choose to be. |
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Just let me be. |
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In misery. |
