You there with your bag of gold
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Thought you had it all together
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But your hands are empty
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Does it matter now
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The pain it caused you cannot measure
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But who am I?
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[Chorus:]
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
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Suffering is sweet agony
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
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My suffering must mean nothing
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So, hey there, quit imagining
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That you have left this life
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Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn
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No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries
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But who am I?
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[Repeat Chorus]
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If I believe that's the truth
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Then I believe you
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If that's the way it should be
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Then I believe you
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
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Suffering is sweet agony
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Who am I to compare my pain to yours?
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My suffering must mean something
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Must mean somthing to you, to me
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It's true
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Who am I?
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Who Am I?
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