| He will lead you to the end
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| Like you lead a horse to water
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| I myself was gluttonous man
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| Disembodied by the Lord
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| Spring my life is led astray
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| Forced by melancholy and hate
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| I’ve got my soul misplaced
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| But I know who seals my fate
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| He tells me poetry
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| And lets me spread the omen
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| I am blind but yet alive
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| Slowly I’m reborn, servant of an instant call
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| Serving only for the Lord
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| Some say I’m vicious, but they don’t know him at all
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| It’s just an issuance of those who envy me
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| Take my hand and I will show you
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| Relations to weakness make you wanna cry
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| My addiction to nothingness I aggravate
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| The persecution of innocence is now at stake
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| A simulation of consciousness believes in me
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| Other species of a dying race are kneeling to pray |