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zuò qǔ : Rollins Band |
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I spend time, searching my mind, walking blindly |
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I' m a live but |
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I don' t know why my thoughts threat me |
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Paranoia, fear and guilt, |
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I hope I don' t explode |
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I' m a bomb that ya can' t diffuse, a gun that ya can' t unload. . |
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I don' t listen, |
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I don' t know, man: |
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I don' t care! |
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You' re talking ' bout all the hell you' ve seen. . . |
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Man: I live there! |
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Talk to me and it goes right through |
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I never heard a word you said. . |
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Save your breath ' coz it' s no use: |
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You' re talking to the living dead! |
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Ooh. . bullet driven eyes. . . yeah, what can you tell me? |
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Ooh. . I' m living in a nightmare, yeah! |
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I' m on the edge, shrinking back from the ledge |
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Looking out my window, down upon my heritage |
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Strip malls, thin walls, people paralyzed beneath the sun |
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Why me, why now? |
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I see the dirty millions and |
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I try to survive somehow. . . |
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Got no reasons, got no needs |
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I hear gunshots, |
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I hear screams |
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What can you do to me, what can you say? |
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I used to be alive but |
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I threw it all away |
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I used to have problems, |
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I used to live a lie |
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I' ve seen the sidewalk bleed |
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And I watched the mother cry |
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I used to have a mind, |
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I used to wonder why |
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But now I go from day to day and wait around to die. . . . . . like he did 4x |