I don't know what I want
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What I seek night and day
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And this heart lately broken
Escaped far from my friends
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I crawl here in a corner
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Where the shadow goes with no tomorrow
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My heart drifts through its insomnia
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Yes, my heart, my heart, you're crazy
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Branded by so much hate
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Without me screaming, without pity for me
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I live on a fierce yet gentle fire
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I live on a fierce yet gentle fire
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Without me screaming, without pity for me
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Branded by so much hate
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Yes, my heart, my heart, you're crazy
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I hate those people who, to my face
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Play at being way too sweet
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And, behind my back, backstab me
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With a hundred whispers of gossip
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Those ones got my poems
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To say more than they should
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And right away call me
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A wh*re or a messed-up lunatic
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Yes, my heart, my heart, you're crazy
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Branded by so much hate
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Without me screaming, without pity for me
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I live on a fierce yet gentle fire
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I live on a fierce yet gentle fire
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Without me screaming, without pity for me
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Branded by so much hate
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Yes, my heart, my heart, you're crazy
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Yes, my heart, my heart, you're crazy