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Now some of us are weak, and some endure |
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Some people live their lives with a violence that's pure and clean |
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But I saw man cry once, down on his knees |
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In a corner of a darkened cell, and his pain meant nothing to me |
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But I was younger then |
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Young men never die |
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And I walked out in the sun |
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I was strong, clear-minded and blind |
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Now don't say a prayer for anyone |
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It doesn't do any good |
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Please don't ask me a question |
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It'd just be misunderstood |
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And if you could step inside me you'd feel what hatred brings |
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And if you saw with my eyes you'd see what self-deception means |
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I was younger once and I created a lie |
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And though my body was strong |
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I was self-deluded, confident and blind |
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Now show some pity for the weak of will |
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Because when we're drinking we can never be filled |
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Show some understanding for the lonely fool |
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Because when I am drinking I am out of control |
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I was never young |
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Nothing has transpired |
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And when I look in the mirror I feel dead, I feel cold |
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I am blind |
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I am blind |
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I am blind |
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I am blind |
