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My head rests on my shoulders facing the sun I struggle to walk The burden of this guilt I hide from you is growing You'll never know what it is This is the kind of person that I am This is the kind of person I've turned into In time of song I am the Kamikaze dreamer Clog my own throat; swallowed by color tortured slumber It becomes harder to breathe or think clearly Remorse Instigates an overkill of self loathing the older I get So I'll rest my dead beat tongue, You'll dismiss me anyway From Letras Mania