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This is the room, the start of it all |
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No portrait so fine - only sheets on the wall |
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I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain, and the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained |
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Where will it end? These are your friends, from childhood through youth |
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Who goaded you on, demanded full proof |
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Withdrawal pain's hard - it can/do you right in |
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So distorted and thin, distorted and thin |
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Where will it end? This is the car at the edge of the road |
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There's nothing disturbed - all the windows are closed |
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I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat |
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There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak |
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Where will it end? This is the room, the start of it all |
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Through childhood, through youth, I remember it all |
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I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain |
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And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained |
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Where will it end? When will it end? |