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I search for trouble. And I'll search for pain. Beneath the dirt. Beneath the rubble. All in vain. To no one shall I flirt. I search for a childhood. And I'll search for an adult. Wishing I wanted this. Wishing I would. But I take all the fault. No one shall I kiss. I search for solitude. And I'll search for the feeling of being alone. Beneath my hate. Beneath my attitude. Not picking up the phone. Leaving my love up to fate.

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