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216 - Used (To Be)
everything i am
this is not as much fun as it used to be
nothing is ever going to me as much to me
i've drinken from a chalice full of tears from an angel
drowning in a pool of desire
fear and anger this time not my fault
i cannot recall ever feeling this lost
it's painted on my face everything that i stand for
i look into the mirror into the eyes of a stranger
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