| How can I become a man
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| A man of God
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| When in my mind I’m a man of a million lovers?
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| All my secrets kept deep beneath the covers
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| My eyes twitch and twist
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| Oh, what a mess my portrait has become
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| What will I become? |
| What will I become?
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| My desire for love is tainted
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| How am I the picture you painted?
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| My canvas is nothing
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| My colors are disgusting
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| It’s haunting me
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| I’m so terrified that I won’t break free
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| It follows me, it follows me
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| These earthly addictions are consuming me
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| Corruption corrodes my true reflections
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| What kind of gentleman possesses these intentions
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| To hide these filthy afflictions?
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| Will I ever look at a woman in pure thought again
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| Or will I fulfill these slutty fantasies in my head?
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| Am I imprisoned in this never ending sin?
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| Free me from my lust
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| Restore my innocence
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| Sex sells!
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| I was born into a world of sin
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| Sex sells!
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| Predestined to let these voices in
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| It’s haunting me
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| I’m so terrified that I won’t break free
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| It follows me, it follows me
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| These earthly addictions are consuming me
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| It’s following me to the point of breaking
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| My rotting soul is Yours for the taking
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| She was my home
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| The house of lust kept me warm at night but
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| You pry open my eyes
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| The house of lust was a house of lies
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| She was my home
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| The house of lust kept me warm at night but
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| You pry open my eyes
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| The house of lust was a house of lies
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| I lost myself walking to a home that was burnt down years ago
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| Don’t let me wither away
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| Don’t let me wither away
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| It’s haunting me
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| I’m so terrified that I won’t break free
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| It follows me, it follows me
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| These earthly addictions are consuming me
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| It’s following me to the point of breaking
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| My rotting soul is Yours for the taking
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| What will I become? |