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I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in their blood, |
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I try to wash this away, |
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I wanna cleanse your |
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VEINS! |
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I can help you see the light |
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Out of your despair, |
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You tie the rope, |
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I'll kick the fucking chair! |
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I feel the malice in my veins |
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My heart swells with hatred in your name, |
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And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue, |
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You've still got Hell to look forward to, |
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(You've still got Hell |
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You've still got Hell |
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When you've still got Hell) |
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I will dance on your grave, |
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I will dance on your fucking grave, |
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I will dance on your grave, |
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I will dance on your grave, |
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Oh, when you're blessed with a grave to call your own, |
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In my mind you'll be six feet closer to your home, |
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Your eulogy will be music, |
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Your eulogy will be music to my ears, |
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Oh, yeah, |
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I can help you to see light out of your despair, |
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You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair, |
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I feel the malice in my veins, |
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And my heart swells with hatred in your name, |
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And when you've got nothing to be black and blue, |
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You've still got Hell, |
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You've still got Hell to look forward to, |
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Black and blue, |
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Black and blue, |
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I have never really fucking cared, |
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She never fucking, had fucking air, |
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I have never really fucking cared, |
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Tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair, |
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Let's go |
