| Tonight my eyes were hurting much
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| As I had strained them all day long
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| I don’t remember waking up
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| My memory is not that strong
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| The day was spent walking about
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| And asking questions blindly
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| And silently and not without
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| A sense of lapsing dignity
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| Today I was an evil one
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| Who suffered dumbly having fun
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| Tomorrow God will make me good
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| If I allow her to, she would
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| I was found again in need
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| And mostly unprotected
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| As I had spent good time with greed
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| And giving was rejected
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| Today I was an evil one
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| Who suffered dumbly having fun
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| Tomorrow God will make me good
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| If I allow her to, she would
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| Well, the skin of all my fingers split
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| Painfully receding
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| My hands were dry and itched and hurt
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| And also they were bleeding
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| I can fix it by withdrawing
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| Claim from false completeness
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| And by humbly allowing
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| God to grant me sweetness |