| Childhood ends… and all our dear friends leave the town
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| That we were born in and grew up all together
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| Yearling is over, but it’s quite hard for me to be cheerful about it
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| 'Cause the loss of secureness beggars my confidence by far
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| Within the end of everyday I get more paranoid
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| By the certainty of mortality and death
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| Lunatic, I know, but just because I’m paranoid
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| Doesn’t mean they are not after me at all
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| It’s beyond me and concerning
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| And just that I know makes me grieve so deeply…
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| I don’t think we can start all over again…
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| It’s a safe bet, 'cause nothing will ever change…
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| Sometimes things have to fall apart to make way for better ones
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| This happens for sorts of different reasons and most for the wrong
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| Sometimes I’m on the brink to stab my heart
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| Because of this sadness
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| But everything happens for a reason
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| Whether we like it or not
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| This life dulled me abysmally
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| And crowned me the king of shards
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| Kept sucking me dry
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| Till there was nothing left but a mortal apparel
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| The sons of apathy consigned their souls to escort me
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| They won’t see nor find me among their shadows…
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| I’m a ghost now…
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| At least this claiming of death means nothing
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| And also life in a sort is just a fallacy
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| I said before, to love, to die
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| All rigged in advance, merciless devastating illusions
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| What you call love or affection is just a figment
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| Someday you’ll see, I was so damn right…
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| Distorted reflections, daggers cutting lacerations
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| A lifelong tragedy, scavenging vultures! |