used thoughts
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second thoughts
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compact thoughts
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no longer the one you were
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become and play your role
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who goes for the throne must go for the king
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this matter is not overdue
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still no change to see in your self-absorption
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and the animal runs amuck
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getting stronger
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I start taking pleasure in these thoughts
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but is it real or just a lie
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a need
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demanding discipline
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love of order accused
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in an inner-war
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the dependence and the selfishness strengthened
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but unacceptable
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my unsecureness makes it feel safe
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any thought is a declaration of love
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any anticipated joy
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on the outbreak
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the crushing firmness hardens
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a bit of pain
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a bit overloaded
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and I live again
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self-confidence of the undestroyable
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the power of the inferior winner is
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the might of the motor inside
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the secret in my head
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if it is too fast it does not matter
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because the hole becomes bigger
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any lie takes its revenge
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any illusion is going to devour me
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one step too far
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or maybe two steps behind
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is it more than you have ever had
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ever been
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ever known
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a sense I do not know
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and I will never know
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relax and drift above
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I am sure you will love the joke
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please trust a man who would never lie
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the one you have passed by with your innocence
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your eyes you have open wide
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you will need to cry
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smiles sounding between my words
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a child that dies to live like a gentleman
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a prison-guard
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a prisoner
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a sense I will never know
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and never give to you
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finally you start drinking
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as you swallow you grow up
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filling yourself with yours
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it is good to become yourself
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push and restart
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clear up your picture
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what hurts can be killed
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the meal gets your own taste
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you are prospering
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enjoying every single step
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every new refreshing breath
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milking your life
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you feel the changes begin
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is the secret the remorse afterwards
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I pay your price
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anyway but I have to give more than my megalomania
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I am going to fail
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that is a part of the role
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or is there less
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than I can see
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no answers
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will this eternal wandering end
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will I live
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or is this life
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no answers
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through confrontation I will find a way
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and I will do so
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the animal inside
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the beast
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the maniac
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that is what it is for
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my victory is his death
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his existence to give me sense
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and to die on my birth
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so I will kill him !
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Collapsed
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Pagan Lorn |