| I won't let this ruin me!
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| My orchestra, my indecision:
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| It all comes back full circle
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| From grace to all my hate.
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| I never meant to hurt anyone, anyone,
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| I came for peace, I came for peace and for great reason.
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| There is no solace, there's no alleviation
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| In all our money or within her golden teeth.
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| Is this it? |
| Is this how it goes?
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| I am the wretched one, I am the beggar's hands.
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| It comes back full circle.
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| I cannot help but feel nothing.
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| Pick it up, oh!
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| Such a bitter friend, change can be.
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| Remind me God, refresh what's turned to grey.
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| Oh my intentions, you vanish with the wind.
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| Is this it? |
| Is this how it goes?
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| I am the wretched one, I am the harlot's bones.
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| It comes back full circle.
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| I cannot help but care no more.
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| Is this it, Is this how it goes?
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| It all comes back full circle.
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| It comes back full circle.
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| I cannot help but feel nothing.
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| All that you know,
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| I am all that you know.
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| He had a vision as to what comes next,
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| So disregard this unholy place. |