| Brewing my potions, it all boils down to this:
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| What’s wrong with me
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| And why do I feel this way?
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| I would really like to be the source
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| Of someone’s misery
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| I would really like to mean everything for
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| Someone… just like you
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| I thought I was the classic definition
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| Of a lone wolf
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| It is kind of irritating
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| Being this self-deprevated fool
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| Oh… «twist of fate» we call it
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| When everything turns inside out
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| She renders me in tears, then leaves
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| Saying: «I've lost faith in you»
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| Free speech isn’t real
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| Although the thought was good
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| Bet that they will shoot you down midst
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| Silence and serenity
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| Stuff our fucking faces full of grease and
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| Watch us burst
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| Fat and bloated silhouettes
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| Of humans cursed
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| I thought I was the classic definition
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| Of a lone wolf
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| It is kind of irritating
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| Being this self-deprevated fool
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| Oh… I just miss her, I miss her so much
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| When she’s gone
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| And she’s gone a lot
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| Brewing my potions, it all boils down to this:
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| What’s wrong with me
|
| And why do I feel this way?
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| I would really like to be the source
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| Of someone’s misery
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| I would really like to mean everything for
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| Someone… just like you
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| So would you follow me into the night
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| And let me kiss your open palms
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| I know of a shelter from the falling skies
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| It’s coming now, expanding, devouring everything
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| I though I was the classic definition
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| Of a lone wolf
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| It is kind of irritating
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| Being this self-deprevated fool
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| Oh… I just miss her, I miss her so much
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| When she’s gone
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| And she’s gone a lot |