| I hate this life, a suicide
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| could prevent the pain
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| the world is cruel and now I feel
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| that my love was in vain
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| I stand all night and I pretend
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| to know the ways of doom
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| and I recognize that we’re all children
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| of the dying moon…
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| fades to a painting of tears that will destroy me I blame myself for all my deeds
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| and pray with all my heart
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| and when the sky is full of love
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| the heaven falls apart
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| I stand all night and I pretend
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| to know the ways of God
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| and I recognize that we’re all children
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| made of holy blood… |