| When the curse that I conjured up
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| Has begun
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| It will hurt, I’ve omitted to
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| Try to ban
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| And if solely some hurts try to
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| Guide me on
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| I will bear and don’t change the course
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| Till it’s gone
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| And sorry, father
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| A helpless son
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| Want to yearn, want to run
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| And sorry, mother
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| I carry on
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| To the back of beyond
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| And so we cover
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| Up the sun
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| Want to be where it begun
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| So we don’t bother
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| Who comes along …
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| What we miss on the run
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| In a world where we live in pride
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| A quiet shout
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| Where it hurts, we’ve omitted to
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| Cry it out
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| And my soul just keeps clinging on
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| To my mind
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| I can’t bear this course leading from
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| Time to time
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| It seems so far… Aphelia… |