| Weep for yourself, my man,
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| You'll never be what is in your heart
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| Weep little lion man,
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| You're not as brave as you were at the start
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| Rate yourself and rape yourself,
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| Take all the courage you have left
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| Wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head
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| But it was not your fault but mine
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| And it was your heart on the line
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| I really fucked it up this time
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| Didn't I, my dear?
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| Tremble for yourself, my man,
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| You know that you have seen this all before
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| Tremble little lion man,
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| You'll never settle any of your scores
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| Your grace is wasted in your face,
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| Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
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| Learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck
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| But it was not your fault but mine
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| And it was your heart on the line
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| I really fucked it up this time
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| Didn't I, my dear? |