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The sunrise after this night of hell |
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It's a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill |
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Can I linger on with this pain inside me? |
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(They'll chew you up and spit you back to hell) |
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I see the lost wretched romance |
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Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance |
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To show the soul that's trapped inside me |
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(You'll have to take it from my dead hands) |
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It's broken record playing in my mind. |
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You'll never know what you might find |
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Cross into the crazy world I see |
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To see the truth inside me. |
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The lovers end, you'll never win. |
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(You'll never know what you might find) |
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The time has come, and you're all alone. |
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The sunrise after this night of hell |
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It's a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill |
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Can I linger on with this pain inside me? |
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(They'll chew you up and spit you back to hell) |
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I see the lost wretched romance |
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Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance |
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To show the soul that's trapped inside me |
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(You'll have to take it from my dead hands) |
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The lost may never come home |
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They'll have to find their way out, all on their own |
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They'll try to break me, but I'll make my stand |
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They'll have to take it from my cold dead hands |
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A sinners masterpiece |
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Will never be complete. |
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Can I do this? Can I live this lie? |
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Will I beat this? Can I ever win this fight? |
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Can I make it through this cold dark night? |
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Don't try to stop me, cause I need to make this right. |
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The sunrise after this night of hell |
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It's a butcher baby, massacre, a thrilling kill |
|
Can I linger on with this pain inside me? |
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I see the lost wretched romance |
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Will I ever make it take it come on give me a chance |
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To show the soul that's trapped inside me |
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(Can I do this? Can I live this lie? |
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Will I beat this? Can I ever win this fight? |
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Can I make it through this cold dark night? |
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Don't try to stop me, cause I need to make this right |
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The lost may never come home |
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They'll have to find their way out, all on their own |
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They'll try to break me, but I'll make my stand |
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They'll have to take it from my cold dead hands) |
