| Patience runs out on the junkie
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| The dark side hires another soul
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| Did he steal his fate or earn it?
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| Was he force fed, did he learn it?
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| Whatever happened to his precious self control?
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| Like him, I’m tired of tryin' to heal
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| This tomcat heart with which I’m blessed
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| Is destruction loving’s twin?
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| Must I chose to lose or win?
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| Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed
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| These are the horns of the dilemma
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| What truth this proof against all lies?
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| When sacred fails before profane
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| The wisest man is deemed insane
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| Even the purest of romantics compromise
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| What fixation feeds this fever?
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| As the full moon pales and climbs
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| Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime, or the crime?
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| And so I wrestle with the angel
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| To see who’ll reap the seeds I sow
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| Am I the driver or the driven?
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| Will I be damned to be forgiven?
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| Is there anybody here but me who needs to know?
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| What it is that feeds this fever
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| As the full moon pales and climbs?
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| Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime?
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| Am I the victim or the crime, or the crime? |