let me tell you a story about the man who loved to play with fire
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he's the backfired rocketship, he's the seed that never splits
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some trees just cant bloom....they'll never
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born in a life of opportunity with every chance to excel
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instead took his fucking chances with the cheapest goddamn thrills
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he'd do anything, he'd take anything for a moments satisfaction
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sweet seconds of pleasure could never measure to his agonizing life
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of addiction
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in the dark night, he tries to remember a future so bright
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"it wont happen to me,
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it wont happen to me,
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it wont happen to me"
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thats what they always fucking say.
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the man who thinks hes-above misery and hurt and harm and pain
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is the main who lives his life tightly bound as a slave in chains
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in chains
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in chains
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in chains of a neverending abyss
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in chains of an artificial bliss
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and he lives just like a slave
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for giving his life away for nothing.
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Song Of Shame
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| Have Heart |
