And in my twisted face
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There's not the slightest trace
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Of anything that even hints at kindness
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And from my tortured shape
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No comfort, no escape
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I see, but deep within is utter blindness
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Hopeless
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As my dream dies
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As the time flies
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Love a lost illusion
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Helpless
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Unforgiven
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Cold and driven
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To this sad conclusion
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No beauty could move me
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No goodness improve me
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No power on earth, if I can't love her
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No passion could reach me
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No lesson could teach me
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How I could have loved her
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And make love me too
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If I can't love her, then who?
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Long ago I should have seen
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All the things I could have been
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Careless and unthinking I move onward
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No pain could be deeper
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No life could be cheaper
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No point anymore if I can't love her
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No spirit could win me
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No hope left within me
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Hope I could have loved her
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And that she'd set me free
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But it's not to be
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If I can't love her
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Let the world be done with me. . .
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