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Now I was only five |
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When my dad told me |
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I'd dieI cried as he said, "SonThere ain't nothing to be done" |
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Now all the fists |
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I thrownOnly trying to prove him wrong |
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But after all the blood |
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I spilledOnly trying to get killed |
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And I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Now her old wind and rain |
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And blowing out my window panes |
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And all the drugs, they drive me down |
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Oh, killing light, killing sound |
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But I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Yes, I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Far from below |
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How high can we go?[Incomprehensible], find some home |
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Out of darkness and out of the snow |
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Just let it go |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go, yeah |
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Go, go, go, go in peace |
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Hey, help this man |
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I just wanna say |
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I just wanna say on and on again |
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On and on again |
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ListenWhen |
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I say lean on me |
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That's right |
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When I say lean on me |
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I mean itTo all that love |
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I've lostHey, just trying to play boss |
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And all those friends |
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I hurtWell, |
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I treated 'em like dirt |
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And all those words |
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I spewedNothing sacred, nothing true |
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To all these ghosts |
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I've turned and |
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Well, I'm ready now to burn' |
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Cause I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Yes, I've already suffered |
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I want you to know |
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That I'm riding on hell's hot flames |
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Coming up from below |
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Now far from below |
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How high can we go? |
