How can you stand there
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like a weakening fire
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awaiting the final end?
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If you consider
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still hanging in there
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You will wither
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in each and in every way
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How can you stand it?
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Say can you mend it?
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Don't you pretend that
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the world is a better place?
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If you're in denial
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life is worth while
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You can rely on
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there's comfort in exit ways
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In a manica the reaper comes around
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And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground
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Some deranged and some devour
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to haunt me down in my darkest hour
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Yet another mind of the Devil's design
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When we gather our frail souls beyond our persistence
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When we cope for our lives with fantasy
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When we cover our eyes and mourn our loss of existence
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When we falter, deprived and out of dreams
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Do you see there are times?
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to read in the lines?
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And trust me you will find
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the things that you know
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will hurt you so
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You can't deny that anymore,
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you can deny that no more!
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In A Manica
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Sirenia |