everything i am
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this is not as much fun as it used to be
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nothing is ever going to me as much to me
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i've drinken from a chalice full of tears from an angel
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drowning in a pool of desire
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fear and anger this time not my fault
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i cannot recall ever feeling this lost
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it's painted on my face everything that i stand for
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i look into the mirror into the eyes of a stranger
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