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feel so low some days
And only i can taste
Resent security
Obscuring all i see
In my mind
In my mouth
In my soul
Only you provide these symptoms that i show
I could go out in style
Go back from where i came
But luck sees to us all
And rarely plays the game
We've seen it all through many years of lonesome hell
Back to a place where we all terminate
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