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You just stood there screaming |
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Fearing no one was listening to you |
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They say the empty can rattles the most |
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The sound of your own voice must suit you |
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Hearing only what you want to hear |
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And knowing only what you've heard |
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You, you're smothered in tragedy |
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And you're off to save the world |
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Misery |
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You insist that the weight of the world |
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Should be on your shoulders |
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Misery |
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There's much more to life than what you see |
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My friend of misery |
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You still stood there screaming |
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No one caring about these words you tell |
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My friend before your voice is gone |
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One man's fun is another's hell |
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These times are sent to try men's souls |
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But something's wrong with all you see |
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You, you'll take it on all yourself |
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Remember, misery loves company |
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Misery |
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You insist that the weight of the world |
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Should be on your shoulders |
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Misery |
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There's much more to life than what you see |
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My friend of misery, my friend of misery |
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You just stood there screaming |
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My friend of misery |
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Misery |
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You insist that the weight of the world |
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Should be on your shoulders |
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Misery |
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There's much more to life than what you see |
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My friend of misery, my friend of misery |
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You just stood there screaming |
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My friend of misery |
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Yeah, yeah, go |