He was a poor man, though he was genius
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Would they listen to this crazy man
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Would they help him to his end
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He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
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And no-one knew him, though he was genius
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They feared him, locked him away
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And in silence would he pray
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He lived alone, though many voices spoke
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He found peace, in his own little world
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So they beat him, to his end
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He lays forgotten
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Dead skin and broken neck
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And no-one knew him
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Though he was genius
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Who was he, that crazy man
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Just a loser, to the end
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The Stance Of Evander Sinque
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| My Dying Bride |
