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This world that I live in is empty and cold |
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The loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul |
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I'm no child of destiny and no fortune's son |
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I've just chased you so long now I'm too weak to run. |
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A new day is here but nothing is new |
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Alone in my room I tremble for you. |
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I know I'll return to the backstreets again |
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To find what I need to prove I'm a man |
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And there I'll treat shame like an old friend from home |
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That I can lean on till my mis'ry is gone. |
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A new day is here and nothing is new |
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I'm a picture of weakness as I tremble for you... |
