I have trouble in my mind
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Do not know what's wrong or right
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I fall in thoughts 'bout the roots
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I hate myself, I am confused
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This town is dangerous every time,
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don't move in unknown ways to find
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The way out to relief, 'cause violence amplifies the grief
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I have no disease, have food, bed and flat
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Lots of important things that other people want to get
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Maybe I'll help them, but I'm selfish today
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I hate myself, so dazed in this state
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This town is dangerous every time,
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don't move in unknown ways to find
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The way out to relief, 'cause vilence amplifies the grief
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Now, one is gone, one near me
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Is gone forever and finds some releif
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His child is left alone for me
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Is this the new way that should be, out of my hate?
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This town is dangerous every time,
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don't move in unknown ways to find
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The way out of your hate,
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is this the new way out of my hate?
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Way Out
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| Depressive Age |
