| Wretched
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| Fatally wounded
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| Save me from myself
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| A tormented mind that nothing can appease
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| A stain on our conscience
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| A tormented mind now running on empty
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| A stain on our conscience
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| A stain on our conscience
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| Help me find my way back to healing
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| Take me to your artificial paradise
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| Feed me the lies I’m dying to hear
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| I need this illusion to make it through
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| Wretched
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| Fatally wounded
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| Save me from myself
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| I need a shoulder to rest my head on
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| Bring me serenity so I can close my eyes; |
| close my eyes on this world
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| Take me to your artificial paradise
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| I need an illusion to hide my insanity
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| Give me, give me the strength I need to carry on
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| The strength to carry on
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| Wretched
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| Fatally wounded
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| Save me from myself
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| A tormented mind that nothing can appease
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| A stain on our conscience
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| A tormented mind now running on empty
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| A stain on our conscience
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| A stain on our conscience
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| Save me…
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| Save me…
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| Save me…
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| Save me…
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| I can stare at the enemy in the mirror’s reflection
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| I can stare at the enemy in the mirror’s reflection
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| I can stare at the enemy in the mirror’s reflection
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| I can stare at the enemy in the mirror’s reflection |