Is there something wrong with me?
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Ripping through the walls
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Tearing at the doors of education
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Not that it's my fault
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I just can't help but sort
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Through the pieces
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Secluded from the whore
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I focus at the board-I'm out of focus
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CHORUS
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There must be a way
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There's got to be a way to overcome this
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It's these words and music
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That keeps me living, keeps me breathing
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It may not be much
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But this is all I got
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And I'm smiling
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It all seems so pointless
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The hours seem so endless
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And for what?
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I'd rather be working
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Breaking my back doing something
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CHORUS
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At least I have my brothers, my band and my lover
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What more could I need?
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I buried my friend the other day
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And I saw my life in a different way
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It was a cold afternoon for a funeral
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I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall
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Is there something wrong with me?
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When did I become this empty?
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As I gazed down at his grave
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I knew that someday I'd end up
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That way!
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Words And Music
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| Life Of Agony |
