Played out, wide off the mark
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Mania develops
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Akin to fiction
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More than in a world of fact
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My own worst enemy
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My own worst enemy
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Lifes foul treachery
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My own worst enemy
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Dams of emotion build
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A dull and turbid screen
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Cloudlike veils of black
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In jungles of hopes oppressed
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(repeat chorus)
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So many times,
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For no reason
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So many promised punches
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For what reason?
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Ceaseless decay
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Parallel obscene and flagrant
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Ceaseless decay
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Restrained my mind coils
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So many times,
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For no reason
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So many promised punches
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For what reason?
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Ceaseless decay
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Parallel obscene and flagrant
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Ceaseless decay
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Restrained my mind coils
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(repeat verses 3 & 4)
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(repeat verse 1 and chorus)
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My Own Worst Enemy
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| Napalm Death |
