to fall in between
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the normal and the average dream
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built to break
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the more we fail
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the more we try
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be me, cursed am i
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designed to die
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enemy to myself
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born to mess
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with my life
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i confess
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and deny
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self-abuse
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so confused
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enemy to myself
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anti-rebel without direction
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stripped of skin
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inverted erection
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not evil nor good
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minus or plus, i'm not one of us
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in pursuit
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of a dream
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harmony
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self-esteem
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facing me
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in between
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enemy to myself
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freaks come out at night
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and with water we multiply
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rebels without a reason
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maybe because it's impossible for us to slip back
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into safe normality even if we wanted
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but since we're not wanted that's not an option
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we are the ones who cannot live
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nothing to gain, nothing to give
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we're teaching problems how to fly
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the more we fail, the more we try
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Enemy to Myself
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