| I was born and protected well
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| Never had to worry
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| Lived the life of a richman’s song
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| Devoid of distress and sorrow
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| But all of this was wishful thinking
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| This life looked so well to me
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| The perfect picture of myself
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| Forever never growing old
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| Dorian Gray is one of my names
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| All of my stories are written down
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| I have learned to play the games
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| And sometimes I am the clown
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| Dorian Gray is one of my names
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| All my stories have been told
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| I have learned to play the games
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| And I’m never growing old
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| I had to lock my dreams away
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| Rhe self-sadistic imagery
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| Rhe more I ran
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| The more I lost my sense of dignity
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| Every day was worse than the last
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| But still my life went on
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| In the end God left me with no choice
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| I had to take the gun
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| Dorian Gray is one of my names
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| All of my stories are written down
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| I have learned to play the games
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| And sometimes I am the clown
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| Dorian Gray is one of my names
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| All my stories have been told
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| I have learned to play the games
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| And I’m never growing old
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| A life so fun of tragedies
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| A world full of disaster
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| I will never, never be free
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| The wheel is turning faste |