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Hey H.B.
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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I¢¥ve tried so hard to stand the blame
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I¢¥ve played the role of penitence and shame
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I¢¥ve nailed my hands to every cross
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Payed the price my life seemed to cost
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I¢¥ve fought against my own small peace
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Of a bitter destiny
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Fatefull Memories
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Learned to torture me
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Hey H.B.
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How much is there for me
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Just a hole in my head
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And blood on my bed
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Finally
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I will be unchained and free
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Get me off of my knees
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Hey H.B.
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I forgot my hunger
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Food was just pain
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I ran away so far away
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But came always back again
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I gave what I had got
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With a smile on my face
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Viscious circles
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In devils embrace
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And after all these leeches
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Sucking off my blood
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Finally I¢¥m swimming
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High above the flood
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With no right nad no wrong
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No fearfull no strong
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The conclusion off all
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Is singing this song
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Hey H.B.
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| Another Tale |
