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All the while I hear you wrestle down The pain that you make up I know because I’m always doing that Putting myself through some useless stuff I love the way that you sing aloud But you never do it much I’m always howling in the face of crowds Trying to get it out and have some fun For a while Not long I’m gone and bound to get gone again And run In Rounds Just to make a hunger fester within From Letras Mania