When something stains your pride
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And leaves you back with despite
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Your vain attempts to blank it out
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Troubled, in a state of doubt
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Both inside and outside
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Demons stalk your hide
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No chance for you to get away
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Without their affliction
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Everything you ever wanted
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They turn into hideous shards...
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They are haunting your thoughts now
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They are probing your soul
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Examine with indifferent eyes
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How you are WRITHING in shame
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(But) This is not my burden
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(But) This is not my cross
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For it...
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Keeps me away, keeps me away...
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Keeps me away, keeps me away...
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(But) This is not my burden
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- bathe in desire
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(But) This is not my cross
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Eyelids open and in peace
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You are staring ahead
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Haunting me...
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This Is Not...
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| Evereve |
