| I am still what I meant to be
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| And I’m losing my mind
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| But our burdens must lessen
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| Though our enemies thrive
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| Crowded the hall with stock women parts
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| Candles were lit, burdened the hearts
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| Felt a bad vibe kick in just then
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| Things seemed to smolder, enclosing us in
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| I am still what I meant to be
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| And I’m losing my mind
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| But our burdens must lessen
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| And our enemies die
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| Down in the basement, up in the attic
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| I promised you that I would not stay sick
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| Here is the hand now placed over the heart
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| Admire it lover, rend it apart
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| I am still what I meant to be
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| And I’m losing my mind
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| But our burdens must lessen
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| And our enemies die
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| Regardless of all I will not stay in
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| Off to the market I’m going again
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| Kicking the dust, waving at all
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| Covering the face, starting to bawl
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| I am still what I meant to be
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| And I’m losing my mind
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| But our burdens must lessen
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| And our enemies die |