(Claude S.)
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All this time I wondered why
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and when did it go away.
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Everything I told you then
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turned out into an empty space...
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All my dreams, I watched them
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slip away from me in a haze.
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You will cover all my shame
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and trust with a sea of hate...
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You let me down...
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Mercy is a concept that my
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soul will not accept...
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All the fury of a thousand
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wounds I will not regret.
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All I know is all I feel, and now I
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can't seem to find, a pile of
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words, and all the broken glory
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of a bloody crime...
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You let me down...
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Trust is soulless as the ends of
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days that I used to see,
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like a picture in a book I've
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read but don't dare to look.
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Degenerated by a thousand words
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that you used to say,
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can't believe that in my mind I
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wanted you to stay...
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You let me down...
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You let me down...
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You let me down...
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Degenerate
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Anything Box |