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Frail is a bitter man |
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He sits in his woeful chair |
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Searching for the answer to his life |
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Hatred grounds him in his despair |
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Anger doesn't care for time |
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In years to come you'll see |
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Your woeful chair, still remains |
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While you have drowned in your misery |
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Seek the truth and you will find |
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A shallow man so left behind |
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Open your eyes |
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Stubborn is the man who'll fall |
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You can do no wrong... |
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Open your eyes |
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Lost is a bitter man |
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Mankind his only enemy |
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Can't seem to leave the past behind |
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Broken man knows no sincerity |
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His lonely chair, his only friend |
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Denial shields his eyes |
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The smile he wears is all pretend |
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Inside this old man dies |
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Seek the truth and you will find |
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A shallow man so left behind |
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Open your eyes |
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Stubborn is the man who'll fall |
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You can do no wrong... |
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Open your eyes |
