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I am back |
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Looking not well at all |
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Empty and hollow |
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Not what I used to be |
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Misery made of flesh |
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I have dwelled in the arms of misfortune |
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I have been trapped in it grasp |
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I've dwelled in the arms of misfortune |
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I've been trapped in its grasp |
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I've walked the path of disfunction for many a mile |
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I have been dead for a while |
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Do you know how they hurt with cruelty? |
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With such ease and simplicity even in your sleep |
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And from the other side of sanity |
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It is like fire burning my flesh, like spears piercing my heart |
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Confused clowns constantly fucking my mind |
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Up, down and from behind. |
