You need my pain
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And sight of suffering
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You want to get this feeling
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And you'll have what you are asking you
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I'll give it all to you like in a play
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And you will never understand the composition
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On the surface, there always were
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The tender feelings, those
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Which anyone could see
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But inside there stayed the thing
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Which you will here now
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'tis niether hatred, not blind fury
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Out the mean of what I feel
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With my since heart
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It seemed I could be used
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You thought that I could like
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Being suboned by you
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The worse of it is it you believe
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That I'm just angry like a snake
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'tis not nevenge, like you could do
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It's my entine self
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And it's the shape which my soul takes
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When I just think of you
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I did not betray or wanted to destroy you
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I just want to bring a motto to your consciousness
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I am the master and the rulen of the play,
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And I want take this general defeat, like you could do
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I live, I suffer and I ache
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This pain is mine, the one you'll never get
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My Pain
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