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I can feel the poison |
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In the pulse pounding straight trough my head |
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Feel the fever, its in me, in this heart of lead |
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I can feel some strange things |
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Crawling their way under my skin |
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The line I'm hanging on wears dangerously thin |
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Now I can see, your love twisted me, |
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you'll never be free of me, |
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I'll see the colour of your blood |
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The colour of your blood on my hands |
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The colour of your blood |
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The face of the moon turns colder, |
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a grinning skull with bleeding eyes |
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knowing that it ain't real, I'm glad to believe in lies |
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The death comes so tempting |
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My hand feels so good holding some steel |
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The reason why you can't live, the hurt you made me feel |
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Now I can see, what your love did to me, |
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you'll never be free of me, |
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I'll see the colour of your blood |
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I'm a man with no flesh |
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Your betrayal stripped me to the bone |
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But I won't be resting until your life is blown |
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Now I can see, what your love did to me, |
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you'll never be free of me, |
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I'll see the colour of your blood |
