He was born like that
He was born into poverty
And his parent spoke it religiously to his ears
That this chain must be broken
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My heart is broken
Still am not angry
I am just in the balance of feelings
Iam cold, hot and worm
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On that day, something happened
Though non-of us was there except two
Still we knew something happened
For you wouldn’t have cried nine months later
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Now we are close
As if never to part
Only a common rule
Of which we are all subject
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His dark side
The part of him he always hide
He did these things
But said they were never in his doings
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The picture of the man in the painting
Loenardo’s laughing man
He has been hysterical for one and half century
Wonder what has been so funny?
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Can I live again?
I wish this is feign
My soul has stain
It’s causing me pain
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