sometimes I wonder what will ever become of me
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and if life's worth it's living at all
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sometimes I smile at the ones who think they've got life down
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and they say that I'm living it wrong
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as the days pass by
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I watch as the net closes in
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as they circle around in my head
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turning and winding
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in circles, in circles they spin
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never ending beginning the end
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look now sweet child
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deep into my room
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the door is open and the air is warm
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close your eyes
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feel the sweet, sweet symphony of sighs
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sometimes it would feels so right
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if the angels called me to the sky
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sometimes it feels good just to be alive
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though our paths are blind
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I can see a lightened end on mind
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still now I search
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for the spirit that torments my soul
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as the priest shields his face from the wind
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looking at lost life and darkness
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my eyes shall not see
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makes me laugh when he calls it all sin
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you're all slaves of the priest
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and you'll just sing it over
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and over, and over, and over
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and over, and over, and over
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and over
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A Psychotic Waltz
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| Psychotic Waltz |
