| Well, sir Antracon. |
| She left you like a rotten ship? |
| Eternity…
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| is a long time to bare guilt
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| How did you get in here? |
| This room is mine!
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| Yours? |
| If you would have defended what is yours. |
| She would still be with you.
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| Don’t you
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| Hate how she made you feel like nothing?
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| Who are you?
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| We were discussing you. |
| Why are you taking the blame for her betrayal?
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| If anyone. |
| I’m the one who has betrayed. |
| I’ve always felt like I’m not enough
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| for her
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| Still, I don’t believe she did…
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| Oh yes you do. |
| Yes you do, i can feel it. |
| She thinks you are too low for such
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| noble family
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| Ah, selfpity… doesn't it strangle you sometimes? |
| Such a waste for a man who’s
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| grandeur and power
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| Might rise above all this
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| Grandeur? |
| My father was a soldier and my mother a low breed spaniard.
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| I shouldn’t have
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| Been worthy enough to wipe miss Prudence’s boots. |
| Let alone ask of her hand…
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| Why doubt thyself? |
| You could be strong enough to lead armies, to rule kingdoms.
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| I could
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| Show you your true worth. |
| I could sooth that pain of yours
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| I want to forget this doubt… this fear. |
| I never want to feel this pain again
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| What… what are you
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| I am the roar of your pride and self-respect, telling you. |
| That it’s not your
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| fault. |
| Don’t
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| Let them mock. |
| You. |
| I can offer you strength that rises you high above any
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| doubt, agony and
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| Self-pity. |
| I am the strength inside telling you that those whores out there are
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| better of dead for
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| Making a mockery out of you and your kind. |
| Every damned one of them.
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| Just let me release what’s
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| Inside you… hiding |