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Brewing my potions, it all boils down to this: |
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what's wrong with me |
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and why do I feel this way? |
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I would really like to be the source |
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of someone's misery |
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I would really like to mean everything for |
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someone... just like you |
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I thought I was the classic definition |
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of a lone wolf |
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It is kind of irritating |
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being this self-deprevated fool |
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oh... "twist of fate" we call it |
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when everything turns inside out |
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she renders me in tears, then leaves |
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saying: "I've lost faith in you" |
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Free speech isn't real |
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although the thought was good |
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Bet that they will shoot you down midst |
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silence and serenity |
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stuff our ****ing faces full of grease and |
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watch us burst |
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Fat and bloated silhouettes |
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of humans cursed |
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I thought I was the classic definition |
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of a lone wolf |
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It is kind of irritating |
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being this self-deprevated fool |
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oh... I just miss her, I miss her so much |
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when she's gone |
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And she's gone a lot |
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Brewing my potions, it all boils down to this: |
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what's wrong with me |
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and why do I feel this way? |
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I would really like to be the source |
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of someone's misery |
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I would really like to mean everything for |
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someone... just like you |
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So would you follow me into the night |
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And let me kiss your open palms |
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I know of a shelter from the falling skies |
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it's coming now, expanding, devouring everything |
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I though I was the classic definition |
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of a lone wolf |
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It is kind of irritating |
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being this self-deprevated fool |
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oh... I just miss her, I miss her so much |
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when she's gone |
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And she's gone a lot |
