| How I wish I could surrender my soul
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| Shed the clothes that become my skin
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| See the liar that burns within my needing
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| How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold
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| How I wish I had screamed out loud
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| Instead I’ve found no meaning
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| I guess it’s time I run far, far away
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| Find comfort in pain
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| All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble
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| Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray
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| I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble
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| It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain
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| How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind
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| (Hold memory close at hand)
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| Hold memory close at hand
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| Help me understand the years
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| How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell
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| How I wish I would save my soul
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| I’m so cold from fear
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| I guess it’s time I run far, far away
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| Find comfort in pain
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| All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble
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| Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray
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| I’ve heard what they say, but I’m not here for trouble
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| Far, far away
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| Find comfort in pain
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| All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble
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| It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain
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| Tears and Rain
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| Tears and Rain
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| Far, far away; |
| find comfort in pain
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| All pleasure’s the same: it just keeps me from trouble
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| It’s more than just words: it’s just tears and rain |