| If you gave me a fresh carnation
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| I would only crush its tender petals
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| With me you’ll have no escape
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| And at the same time there’ll be nowhere to settle —
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| I trample down all life in my wake
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| I eat it up and take the cake
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| I just avert my eyes to the pain
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| Of someone’s loss helping my gain
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| If you gave me a dream for my pocket
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| You’d be plugging in the wrong socket
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| With me there’s no room for the future
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| With me there’s no room with a view at all —
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| I am out of season all year 'round
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| Hear machinery roar to my empty sound
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| Touch my heart and feel winter
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| Hold my hand and be doomed forever —
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| If you gave me a fresh carnation
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| I would only crush its tender petals
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| With me you’ll have no escape
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| And at the same time there’ll be nowhere to settle
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| And if you’re wondering by now who I am
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| Look no further than the mirror —
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| Because I am the Greed and Fear
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| And every ounce of Hate in you |