| And when
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| You start to build a fortress
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| Around our inner sense
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| And closed all doors just
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| Wordless
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| And when
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| I even tried to force these
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| Unnecessary lies
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| And totally unconscious
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| It creeps into my mind…
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| The sum of my faults is one
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| That’s what remains
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| And forged in a solemn tone
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| I said the wrong
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| The sum of my faults is one
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| That’s what remains
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| And forged in a solemn tone
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| I can’t revoke some words
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| Can’t even make undone
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| This curse
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| In vain
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| Was everything I’ve done then
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| The lessons and efforts
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| And some day I got conscious
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| And can’t go back to start
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| And I plead to the sun
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| But can’t make undone
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| This curse
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| I despise the sun
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| Still can’t make it undone
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| This curse |