| I’ve been knowing this for long
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| For I never found my own
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| That it has no effect at all
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| And never knew where I belong
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| That tolerance has reached its maximum
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| I’m still asking this question
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| I tried so many times before
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| And no one found the answer
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| Still I wander in the night
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| Searching for a w**** to rape me
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| An alcohol to burn me
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| A poison to inject
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| Still I wander in the night
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| Feed me with anything,
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| Wipe my memories
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| stab me — just to give a little Freedom, Freedom
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| Just adding one more sin to this part of me
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| There is no god left to absolve me
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| For I never found my own
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| Only me and my desire
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| And never knew where I belong
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| I’ll do anything to hold the key
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| I’m still asking this question
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| Does innocence make me better
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| And no one found the answer
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| Still I wander in the night
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| Spreading infection deeper in my insides
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| Drowning down in my lair
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| Still I wander in the night
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| Drug me with anything
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| f*** me with anything
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| Stab me — just to give a little Freedom, Freedom
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| What my soul rejects, my insides are craving
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| Freedom, Freedom
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| Masterless puppet hanging, endlessly revolving
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| Just adding one more sin to this part of me |