I can do you no harm
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even though
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I hide behind hatred
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a child that's hurt followed the road
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all little ghosts follow
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Using the excuse
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of a cruel world
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a strange pleasure
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in melancholy and horror
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An empty body
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washed shame away
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indulging in the lust for evil
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depending on the kindness of strangers
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and the loving arms that smothered me
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for I have sinned
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and no regret can fail my presence
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I can do you no harm
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even though it has grown up
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reminding me
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the purpose of my life
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the meaning of a sorrowful existence
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A child that's hurt
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can learn about the pain
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a child that's hurt
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can know how wonderful this is
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Sin
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| Exhumation |
