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EThere's a host of hurts we come across
ANone of which alikEe
BFrom the air insidAe the birthing room
To the darkness where we diEe
Though I feel I'm just as sG#trong as Dbmany man I knowA
I'm not EablBe on my owAn
ECarry round the secrets
AOnly heaven knows E
BCrawl into our darkeAned rooms where only victims Ego
Though I feel I'm stG#rong enough toDbm carry all this lAoad
I'm not EablBe on my owAn
BAll my actions, Efalse or true
BSelfish motives EI will use
BWe were born witEh knives in hand
BTrained to kill Eour fellow man
BIf we're not betEter than the rest
BHow will childreEn do their best
BFind your patience, find yEour truth
BLove is all Ewe have to losAe
I'm notE abBle on myA ownE