It is not how you think it is.
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Believe in me.
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No, strangled yet released.
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Of all your victims, you had to choose me.
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You stole my glow, you stole my all...
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But turn your back once more and you'll regret it forevermore.
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They are the victims, not you.
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That's why I released you.
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You stole my glow to a crime that's the way of living.
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To give and take, without break, like a flower needs water.
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No, strangled yet released.
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Of all your victims, you had to choose me.
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Strange it seems, that in all my clearness
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I was unable to foresee the thing that should not grow in me.
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Don't know how to love, before you have hated.
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Don't know how to give, before you have taken
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And if you heard the story of my tears, you would be understanding.
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Strange it seems, that in all my clearness
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I was unable to foresee the thing that should not grow in me. Now take aim at the centre, for you to understand.
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Just how much I ache to release the trace of anger inside of me.
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And you'll never feel strangled again.
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Just heading forward with your all and everything...
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Yes, released at last!
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Of all your victims, you still did choose me.
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Release your fears, release yourself!
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'Cause then and only then you'll be my all and everything.
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And you'll never feel strangled again.
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Just heading forward with your all and everything...
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Released At Last
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| Trail of Tears |
