| I still think to myself and wonder if this was worth it
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| For it seems that these days I can’t stand still for a moment
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| (I'm sick of drifting)
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| And my feet won’t rest or re-oppress their pivoting
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| Oh Misery, your familiar face still lingers around
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| (Oh Harmony, I never see your face around)
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| Needless to say, I’m a victim of Lunacy
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| But that can’t begin to explain how
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| This happened to me, for I still can’t believe
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| That my life is now constantly pulsed in three
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| And now I can see
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| This vast devilry you’ve cast upon me
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| I’ll be stuck in these steps for all eternity
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| And who would it be if it were not me?
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| My life once worth living is enslaved by treachery
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| It seems to be that Hell’s high waters
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| Have brought forth to me an unspeakable horror
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| I can’t seem to just stand in one place
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| And Misery won’t loosen her callused grip
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| But if I trip, perhaps her hand could start to slip
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| And I’ve tried my best, but my feet, they will not rest
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| I’m oh so conscious and that’s why Lunacy will tear me apart
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| Harmony, an unfamiliar face that now lingers around
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| Needless, so needless to say
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| That we’re only victims after all
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| You help me keep these cursed legs from swaying all around
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| But this time, they’ll agree with me
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| Oh surely this will contend with my misery
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| So I begin hacking through flesh and bone with fine cutlery
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| Now surely this will amend all my dignity
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| (I'm sick of drifting)
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| And as this weight is lifted, I’m now content as an amputee
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| You’ve used every moment to torment me
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| Now severed and screaming, I will at last be free |