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(Kilfelt) |
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Walking the streets at night alone |
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Thoughts in dementia keep you going |
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No outlet you can't seem to find |
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A place to rest your head tonight |
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Feeling down and out |
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Feeling there is no doubt |
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Someone must pay the |
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Debt of Pain |
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Nothing will stand in your way |
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Infected by the power that preys |
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On feelings driving you insane |
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And when it all becomes clear |
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That you must conquer you fear |
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No matter who or what's to blame |
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Feeling down and out |
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Feeling there is no doubt |
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You know just what you've got to do |
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Assault the weak and those who dare defy |
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The anger of a sick and violent mind |
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Nothing will stand in your way |
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Infected by the power that preys |
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On feelings driving you insane |
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And when it all becomes clear |
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That you must conquer your fear |
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No matter who or what's to blame |
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The answer to your fears |
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Lies many suffered years |
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Ahead of bitter unrestraint |
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Turn from hate that holds you in control |
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Escape the bondage, free your tortured soul |
