| I’m turning my back on this blind world
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| I’m armed with greed and a cradle of love
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| And this hand will kill what’s left of the man in me
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| Life experience can’t teach you anything
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| If you can’t repress your desire to make it
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| To make it intensely like you
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was
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| Was never mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was
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| Was never mine
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| La-la-la
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| La-la-la
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| La-la-la
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| La-la
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| Looking for approval to feel alive
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| Looking for conflict to feel almost alive
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| The misery of surviving only because of them
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| Where’s the life I live? |
| I deceived hope
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| I gave up on redeeming myself, this is just
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| An echo of a wasted defeated existence
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was
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| Was never mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was
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| Was never mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was only mine
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| This past was
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| Was never mine
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| La-la-la
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| La-la-la
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| La-la-la
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| La-la |