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Texty: Silverchair. Slave.

Lived too long, now you've come to take me to
To place where I can
Lost my soul, lost my confidence in me.
Can't be something, but I'll try.

Lived too long and waited to just drown.
In my self pity, I keep falling down.

Want to be your soldier
Want to be your slave
I have no pride in myself

Only book that I own is called "How to Lose".
Pick a chapter, I know them all, just choose.
Lived too longand waited to find A place where I can die
Lost my soul lost my confidence in me
Give me something but I'll try

Want to be your soldier
Want to be your slave
Have no pride in my self
That's how I behave