| A curse has been given, chosen by elders to defend
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| A promise was broken, the spell never taken off again
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| He did what he swore he would do
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| And rescued them all, then they refused to pay
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| Now they all must pray
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| To live and die in solitude
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| To fight and kill his only truth
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| Shunned by the living, hiding his craving from the world
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| Takes what he’s been given, scraps, meaning nothing, only hurt
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| Hope was once part of his life, a will to break free
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| The passion of innocence, but things never change
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| To live and die in solitude
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| No man, no beast, no gratitude
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| Through war and pain in solitude
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| To fight and kill his only truth
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| And time marches on
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| He did what he swore he would do
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| And rescued them all, then they refused to pay
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| Now they all must pray
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| To live and die in solitude
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| No man, no beast, no gratitude
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| Through war and pain in solitude
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| To fight and kill his only truth
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| And time marches on |