Here I am confused.
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So unsure of where I stand.
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Consumed by emptiness.
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Sick of being used by this world.
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When will it end?
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This game I play with you.
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When will I stop to pretend and go standing on a black line?
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The misery breaks my heart.
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Deep down inside, I know I can't go on living this way.
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When will it end?
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This game I play with you.
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When will I stop to pretend and go follow you?
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I have not forgotten your whispering voice or the sweetness of your presence.
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This Emotion
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| Slow Coming Day |
