I have had it easy for most of my life
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Adulthood has brought me a series of complications
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Swallow these nails, turn away
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I must not look back
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The ills of modern man are much larger then my own personal battles
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It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
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The ills of modern man are much larger then my own personal battles
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I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out
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I am sick of hearing myself whine
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Drink this wine and choke
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Here I am, still screaming away the same problems
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that have fuelled this engine for years
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I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears,
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Preserving a constant state of shock in its salty waters
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The ills of modern man are much larger then my own personal battles
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It feels like I have been fighting for nothing
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The ills of modern man are much larger then my own personal battles
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I have been too caught up in this crying game
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I quit
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Deep down, there is shade in all of us but there is also luminosity
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My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness,
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(Turning shades of) black into color
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The Ills Of Modern Man
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