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There's left no love inside, |
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There's left no righteous life but the hate is strong and stains the path I |
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roam. |
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There's right and there is wrong, yet I chose the one I'm on. |
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To the hell and back where life is gone. |
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And it's all to make you worth of dying, |
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Worth of something like you! |
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We keep falling down like summer rain' |
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These wounds are deep enough to make me feel alive. |
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You're no saint I saw it from your eyes. |
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Can I taste the bitter fame? |
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Can I bless the bitter race? |
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To the hell and back where we belong. |
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Down, |
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Down, |
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Down like the summer rain, |
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Away from winter's bane. |
