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It's like I want a problem that I can't fight
It's like I can't find the two wrongs to make things right
It's like I know that the answers will never be found
It's like I want to go home to my six feet underground

I'm blessed with selfish eyes that render me blind
I'm cursed with the knowledge of knowing right from wrong
I'm suffering with the truth which has lied to my mind
I'm happy with the angels who have dragged me along