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I hate for lovin' you
And the weakness that it
You were a painted face
On a trip suicide road

The stage was set, the went out
All around the old
I hate for lovin' you
And I'm glad the curtain

I hate that game we played
And the that was expressed
And the mercy that you to me
Who ever would guessed?

I went out on lower
And I felt that place
That hollow where martyrs weep
And angels with sin

your songs of freedom
And man stripped
out his folly
While his back is being

a slave in orbit
He's 'til he's tame
All for a glory
And it's a dirty, rotten

are those who worship loneliness
I'm not one of
In age of fiberglass
I'm for a gem

The crystal up on the wall
Hasn't me nothin' yet
I've the price of solitude
But at last I'm out of

I can't recall a thing
You did for me
'Cept pat me on the back one
I was on my knees

We stared each others eyes
one of us would break
No use to
What difference it make?

So your praise of progress
And of the doom
The naked truth is still
Whenever it can be

Lady who shines on me
tell you where I'm at
I hate myself for you
But I get over that