| OK. |
| One, two, three, four.
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| Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait
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| While the wheels of fate
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| Slowly grind my life away.
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| Who am I?
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| There were some things that I loved one time,
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| But the dreams are gone that I thought were mine,
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| And the hidden tears that once could fall
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| Now burn inside at the thought of all
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| The years of waste, the years of cryin'
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| The passions of a heart so blind;
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| To think that, but even still
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| As I stand exposed, the feelings are felt
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| And I cry into the echo of my loneliness.
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| Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait
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| While the wheels of fate
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| Slowly grind my life away.
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| Who am I?
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| What a nothing I’ve made of life
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| The empty words, the coward’s plight
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| To be pushed and passed from hand to hand
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| Never daring to speak, never daring to stand
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| And the emptiness of my family’s eyes
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| Reminds me over and over of lies
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| And promises and deeds undone
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| And now again I want to run
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| But now there is nowhere to run to.
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| Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait
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| While the wheels of fate
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| Slowly grind my life away.
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| Who am I?
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| And now my friend we meet again and
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| We shall see which one will bend
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| Under the strain of death’s golden eyes
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| Which one of us shall win the prize
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| To live and which one will die
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| 'Tis I, my friend, yes 'tis I Shall kill to live again and again
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| To clutch the throat of sweet revenge
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| For life is here only for the taking.
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| Who am I To stand and wonder, to wait
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| While the wheels of fate
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| Slowly grind my life away.
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I? |