| When I began I was full of altruistic dreams
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| Believed in princes and princesses, kings and queens —
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| Now I find they’re all human inside
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| All bitterness and pride
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| So why shouldn’t I be like that too?
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| It seems that I’ve forgotten all I tried so hard to learn;
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| It seems there’s not an ounce of love or trust
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| Anywhere in the world
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| Friends — they’re all harbouring knives
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| To embed in your back out of revenge, or spite
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| Or indifference, or lack of other things to do —
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| In the end just who’s going to be a friend for you
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| When they kick you in the guts just as your hand holds out the pearl?
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| It seems that there is nothing left but
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| Hatred and lust in the world
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| I don’t give a damn anymore — I’ve only wound up betrayed
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| It’s all been absolutely worthless —
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| All the efforts I’ve made to be gentle and kind
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| Are repaid with contempt
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| Degraded by sympathy and worthless kindness
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| And love that isn’t meant
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| I’m through with joy and company, I’ve done with pretty words
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| Betrayed — there’s no hiding-place
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| Anywhere in the world
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| I’ve nothing left to fight for except making my passion heard —
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| I don’t believe in anything
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| Anywhere in the world |