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He had a misanthrope for a dad |
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Who crushed any hope he might have had |
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When he was just a boy |
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Clothed in a cloak of bitterness |
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He wandered through the wilderness in search of something to destroy |
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Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun |
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To the sun |
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I can understand why someone can go over to the dark side |
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'cause the devil, he's got all the tunes |
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And someone once said if you're not living on the edge, |
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then you are taking up too much room |
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Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun |
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I know he fell |
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But for a while there, he must have had some fun |
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Yeah, he must have had some fun |
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Yeah, he must have had some fun |
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In a world of such confusion, contradiction, and delusion, |
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We all can have a heavy heart |
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A certain symbiosis, paranoia, feeds psychosis |
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It can cause a man to fall apart |
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Like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun |
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I know he fell down, |
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But I know that he is not the only one |
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No, he's not the only one |
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If you don't shoot, |
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then you don't score |
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I know that for sure |
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I know that for sure |
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If you don't shoot, |
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then you don't score |
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I know that for sure |
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I know that for sure |
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He had a misanthrope for a dad |
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Who crushed any hope he might have had |
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When he was just a boy |
