| You just stood there screaming,
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| fearing no one was listening to you
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| They say the empty can rattles the most
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| The sound of your voice must soothe you
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| Hearing only what you want to hear,
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| and knowing only what you’ve heard
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| You you’re smothered in tragedy
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| You’re out to save the world
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| Misery
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| You insist that the weight of the world,
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| Should be on your shoulders
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| Misery
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| There’s much more to life than what you see
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| My friend of Misery
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| You still stood there screaming
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| No one caring about these words you tell
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| My friend before your voice is gone
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| One man’s fun is another’s hell
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| These times are sent to try men’s souls,
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| But something’s wrong with all you see
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| You you’ll take it on all yourself
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| Remember, Misery loves company
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| Misery
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| You insist that the weight of the world,
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| Should be on your shoulders
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| Misery
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| There’s much more to life than what you see
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| My friend of Misery
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| You just stood there screaming
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| My friend of Misery |