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All this time, we got the fable of sleeping beauty all wrong.... |
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In the absence of clearly defined goals, |
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If i had arms, i'd kill myself... |
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I tear my heart open, |
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The lathered blood never washes off these stains.. |
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It is okay to get angry and never let go. |
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Left all alone, |
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Fate has turned around, |
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What is life?...Who ami i?...Who're you?.... |
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Cycle of life and death supposedly, |