I hate myself,
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more than I ever let on.
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I'm burned out at 22.
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I lived too fast and I loved too much and I'll die too young,
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but I chose this cup that I drank from.
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Knew what I was getting into.
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But I couldn't let out what I had to keep in.
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I'm ashamed of myself and unspeakable sins,
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that I've committed and:
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[Chorus]
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I've made mistakes,
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but I'll find my way.
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There's no explanation for,
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the things I've failed at before.
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They can't hold my hand.
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It just hurts to be a man,
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Through the tortures of the damned.
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If I only had an axe,
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I'd sever the ties I've made with the world.
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Maybe I can be a stranger,
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in a strange place.
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If I start now, maybe I can be saved.
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If I only had a mask,
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I'd cover these bleeding eyes.
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They're bloodshot now but they'll be black by dawn.
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If I wake up now,
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I can be pure again.
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[Chorus]
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Look at me now, I'm on the tracks with my back towards the last train leaving town. [x4]
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[Chorus x2]
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Tortures Of The Damned
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