Like the days, I come and go
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From the tears I run
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Broken emotions, a broken mind
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This is the strife that grips me day and night
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From all sense I fall
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Into confusion, into my mind
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Standing high and standing tall
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But it's the smile that conceals these fatal flaws
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I feel my mind as it slips away
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With bursts inside my head
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As Nausea rises inside of me
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Like contorted angels I shudder in pain
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With the syringe in my mouth again
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Like the years, I come and go
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From my fears I run
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Broken emotions, a broken life
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This is the strife that grips me day and night
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From all sense I fall
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Into addiction, into my mind
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Standing high and standing tall
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But it's the smile that conceals these fatal flaws
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Fatal Flaws
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| Grendel |
