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We hide from all the pain
Try to live inside a purgatory
We lose ourselves in vain
And we die when it’s obligatory
Who we are is such shame
And who we aren’t is who we out to be
Auditory audibles for fame
Are (our) masochistic pleas
The hallow sound of whiskey
To sleep and to bring us ease
Disease, just a tease
Praying to die while we’re on our knees
Finally we wake up…
But just when it’s obligatory
Lost in vain
Trapped pain
Living in a purgatory
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