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A child that's born in pain Kicked from the fireside Landing in obscurity I'll cry again Nine times I'm bleeding In my purity Metranil Dreams of becoming a neon You don't even take him seriously How am I going to get to heaven When I'm just balanced so precariously Fame takes down his clohes Looks for the smallest of inhabitants Hell, I suppose You know me I wasn't built for elegance Once I was pride Lived in the sweetest dream of foolishness Lines etvhed on my face Seek a path that never Begs it's own redress Listener: "He was a brave man He was a brave man." From Letras Mania