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Fucked up and full of rage
Hiding in the shadows
Where the sun can only knock at doors
But no one will let her in
I told the driver to take me
To a place to call my own
To tell me an amazing story
And drive me from my mind
I went to hell and back again
As I turned from paying the driver
The keys I had in hand
Still I'm drawn in yet another
Narrow path of dirt
You set all this in motion
Haven't got a notion
No idea the one who pays the
Wages of sin, is I
Help me if you can
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