| Is this what I wish for those and all they know?
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| To depend on how cowardly I should act
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| If she won’t give me the love I came here for
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| With pen I am armed here to react
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| Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
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| All the things that trouble you
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| So visit your mirror image
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| Of what might have once behaved
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| Hey now, hey what is it boy?
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| But I won’t rest 'till death, 'till death do you part
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| This is how I feel my God from what’s been dealt
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| The flies that flutter flight tonight
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| Is it love that I’m feeling or is this hate the same
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| The emotion’s enough to kill the sane
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| Hey now, hey now what is it boy?
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| All the things that trouble you
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| So visit your mirror image
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| Of what might have once behaved
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| Hey now, hey what is it boy?
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| Besides, I only hope you know that I love you
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| Feed little maggot off the Westside of your sin
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| Run little maggot 'till they learn of what you did
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| From start to finish I made you feel this
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| Uncomfort in turn with the world you’ve learned
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| To love through this hate to live with it’s weight
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| A burden discerned in the blood you taste
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| Why would you deny me answers?
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| If I’m just a boy on the break of being
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| Hardened in hell through it’s fires
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| Be brutally honest, was it better before me?
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| The curve of your body
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| How I want her with me The truth of the story
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| The Vishual, I wish you all
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| The better end of all to come
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| The truth be now here one by one
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| I am to you extend to none
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| The memory to fuel the fire
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| Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
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| A conscience and cold we’d never know
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| They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
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| These worlds will now learn of the dreams in his mind
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| Could this be that hard for me?
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| To configure a new love in plain
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| To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
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| No one is safe
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| With a quickness strike out, for the less of us doubt
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| Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth
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| Word write us well, signed, «Forgiveness for sale»
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| I’m through being full
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| Of all the might you want killed
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| The fiction will see the real
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| The answer will question still
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| And your body to blood, as your parents once went
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| You follow their lead one by one, every step
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| Could this be that hard for me?
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| To configure a new love in plain
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| To my new entity or banish it home to the grave
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| I will not save… your world |