| My pain is self-chosen
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| At least, so the prophet says
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| I could either burn
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| Or cut off my pride and buy some time
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| A head full of lies is the weight, tied to my waist
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| The river of deceit pulls down, oh oh
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| The only direction we flow is down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| My pain is self-chosen
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| At least I believe it to be
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| I could either drown
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| Or pull off my skin and swim to shore
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| Now I can grow a beautiful shell for all to see
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| The river of deceit pulls down, yeah
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| The only direction we flow is down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| The pain is self-chosen, yeah
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| Our pain is self-chosen
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down
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| Down, oh down |