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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