| Frown down upon the days
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| When I was someone’s puppet
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| Hear the sound of cries that weighed
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| So heavy as I suffered
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| A master plan for killing off
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| All we take for granted
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| Haunting ones who would not believe
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| In what you wanted
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| To find a friend, to free you from
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| The clutch of your black halo
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| Seem to find all the comfort
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| Knowing no tomorrow
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| Someone tell me just what have we become
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| Master of nothing, slave to the numb
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| Leaving a trace, you’ve seen the scars
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| Of all that we’ve been through
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| How many times has it fallen apart
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| Reminding me of you
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| You wanted it, you wanted it
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| A power plan, to feel alive
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| To save a soul, have control
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| But knowing no tomorrow
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| Someone tell me just what we have become
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| Master of nothing, slave to the numb |