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Feel the cold hands upon me |
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Recollection of my betrayal |
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My betrayal! |
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It is not the pain inside yourself |
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That tears the deepest wounds |
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I drift along suspended in shadows |
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Cold memories escape the haze |
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With sobriety comes recollection |
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It is not the pain inside yourself |
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That tears the deepest wounds |
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It is the pain that you create |
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That shreds your very soul |
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A specter of despair |
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Built on good intentions |
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It is not the pain inside yourself |
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That tears the deepest wounds |
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It is the pain that you create |
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That shreds your very soul |