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In my dark and empty heartland |
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Shadows paint the walls |
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And from what I can remember |
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I've decieved you all |
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In my dark and empty heartland, |
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Sorrow keeps moving in |
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And nothing seems to be changing |
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This evelasting sin |
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I've let it slip away, stabbed in the back |
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Stuck in all this madness, I'm about to crack |
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So let these murky waters take me home |
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I don't want to be here left alone |
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In this broken barren wasteland |
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Hope's my only friend |
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And my wounds they seem so lonely |
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Will the ever mend? |
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In my dark and empty heartland |
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Shadows paint the walls |
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In the reflections from the mirror |
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I see a portrait of a whore |
