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When the curse that I conjured up |
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Has begun |
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It will hurt, I've omitted to |
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Try to ban |
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And if solely some hurts try to |
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Guide me on |
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I will bear and don't change the course |
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Till it's gone |
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And sorry, father |
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A helpless son |
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Want to yearn, want to run |
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And sorry, mother |
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I carry on |
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To the back of beyond |
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And so we cover |
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Up the sun |
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Want to be where it begun |
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So we don't bother |
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Who comes along ... |
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What we miss on the run |
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In a world where we live in pride |
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A quiet shout |
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Where it hurts, we've omitted to |
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Cry it out |
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And my soul just keeps clinging on |
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To my mind |
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I can't bear this course leading from |
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Time to time |
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It seems so far....Aphelia... |
