| Was walking through the darkest parts
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| Where it really hurts inside
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| Was hoping to come out at dawn
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| To see a kind of silver line
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| And in the end I sold my soul
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| I lived a life of hollow words
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| Clinging to my juvenile dream
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| I lived a life of minimal meaning
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| Seeking for a friend or love
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| Seeking for a route in the dark days
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| Bearing all the longing inside
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| Missing all the fun outside
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| A role in a useless game
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| A cheap movie without an end
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| Kissing and hugging art
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| It drove me away from my love
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside
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| I still can feel the dirt inside. |