I still cannot seem to
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Find this place
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A sense of sin,
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From deep inside,
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Shows the sights
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The fading of the light
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It¡¯s from deep inside
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To see the shape,
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The one who descends
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On the world
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His image has now
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Faded away
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Has been long gone,
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Now is broken and lost
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You make judgement
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Piece by piece,
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A montage of pain
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Nobody knows my loneliness
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It¡¯s only me
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I¡¯m alone
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Alone
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Balzac |