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When I was fifteen |
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I knew that the world was our TV |
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We were dying out there |
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Thriving on the streets |
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I was fifteen, I knew I ****ing lost the choice in appeal |
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Well, I paid destruction |
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Found decay in the comfort of the disarray |
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Will you buy the ticket, take the ride? |
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Well, journey through this hell with me |
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Broken bones and sorrow |
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Well, journey through this hell with me |
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I'm gonna bring you death and show you life obscene |
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Now it's been fifteen years |
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Most of us are gone or dead or in jail |
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Well, I found solution, paid the price |
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In the comfort of a cold device |
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Will you buy the ticket, take the ride? |
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Well, journey through this hell with me |
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Broken bones and sorrow |
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Well, journey through this hell with me |
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I'm gonna bring you death and show you life obscene |
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We all live in fear |
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Afraid of who we can be |
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We all live in fear |
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Afraid of what we are |
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We can shed our fear |
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We will shed our fear |
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Well, journey through this hell with me |
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Broken bones and sorrow |
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Take a trip to hell with me |
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Take a trip to hell |
