| I can make it hurt the less I’m not completely worthless,
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| I can say it clear and ample
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| Use me as a bad example
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| It’s a red eye arrival,
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| I’m not fighting for survival
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| And I am not afraid to be
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| A stitch in life’s rich tapestry
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| There is magic in my oblivion
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| Something you could not abide
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| It’s my fair tragic Kingdom come
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| Sought with my virgin suicide
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| I keep searching till I find
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| Back to my virgin state of mind
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| The urgent drive to where I belong
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| Is as deep as 16 horses strong
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| One day I will glow as bright,
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| As it gets dark at night
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| But when the sun sets down on me
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| Suddenly there is agony
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| There is magic in my oblivion
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| Something you could not abide
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| It’s my fair tragic Kingdom come
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| Sought with my virgin suicide
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| Heaven send, earth bound,
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| Hell bend, unsound
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| I’m all alone and on my own
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| In my comfort zone
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| And in spite of earths profusion
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| I just came to the conclusion
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| It got nothing I will miss
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| So there’s no better time than this
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| Since there is magic in my oblivion
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| Something from which I cannot hide
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| It’s my fair tragic Kingdom come
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| Sealed with my virgin suicide |