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River Of DeceitMy pain... is self-chosenAt least so the prophet says I could either burn Or cut off my pride and buy some time A head full of lies is the weight Tied to my waist The river of deceit pulls down The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down My pain... is self-chosen At least I believe it to be I could either drown Or pull off my skin and swim to shore Now I can grow a beautiful Shell for all to see The river of deceit pulls down The only direction we flow is down Down, oh down |