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one soul

soft lingering music, one candle burning bright 
a happy cheerful fellow, a taunted soul at night
wasteful words are spoken, a waste of human breath 
set sail for the bottom of the bottle, i drank myself to death 
to be rid of all this anger to be rid of all this pain 
t exclude myself from all the world never to be seen again 
alas there be just one thing before i slip away 
before you rest you head for the night i beg of you to prey 
do not prey for my taunted soul it would be a waste of your time 
this soul that lie deep inside of me was never really mine 
please prey for a pure life one without all the lies 
i am a fading shadow i bid you a thousand goodbye 
so now we draw to a closure all now has been said 
the next time that you see me 
im afraid i will be dead

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