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How I wish I could surrender my soul;  
Shed the clothes that become my skin;  
See the liar that burns within my needing.  
 
How I wish I’d chosen darkness from cold.  
How I wish I had screamed out loud,  
Instead I’ve found no meaning.  
I guess it’s time I run far, far away;  
find comfort in pain,  
All pleasure’s the same:  
it just keeps me from trouble.  
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.  
I’ve heard what they say,  
but I’m not here for trouble.  
It’s more than just words:  
it’s just tears and rain.  
How I wish I could walk  
through the doors of my mind;  
(Hold memory close at hand)  
Hold memory close at hand,  
Help me understand the years.  
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.  
How I wish I would save my soul.  
I’m so cold from fear.  
I guess it’s time I run far, far away;  
find comfort in pain,  
All pleasure’s the same:  
it just keeps me from trouble.  
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.  
I’ve heard what they say,  
but I’m not here for trouble.  
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.  
All pleasure’s the same:  
it just keeps me from trouble.  
It’s more than just words:  
it’s just tears and rain.  
Tears and rain   |   
 
 
 
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