| in this world I will be born
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| I’ll take the way with no return
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| I’ll seize myself while falling down
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| the rest of us will leave to drown
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| while bleeding for this lonely clown
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| in this world I will be born
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| I watch the sky, the people grow
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| objectives died ten years ago
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| so there I am, a wrinkled man
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| on a wooden wheelchair made in Japan
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| by bleeding for my loneliness I die
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| reading these lines, the excitement in your eyes
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| I drift apart this time I realize this child
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| remains inside my mind
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| in this world I will be born
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| I watch the sky, the people grow
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| objectives died ten years ago
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| so there I am, a wrinkled man
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| on a wooden wheelchair made in Japan
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| feel the pain and you’ll wake up and break out
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| feel the pain when you drown and scream out
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| I know my dreams won’t heal
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| while I suffer from you and
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| you never know I fall
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| beneath my truth
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| I did always want to
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| know, believe in you
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| to know what for I bleed |